It's a miracle to see Johnny back home, and you make sure to cherish those rare moments of domesticity every time. A career soldier, always deployed, only to be forced back into the life he doesn't belong in.

Soap used to dread the peace and quiet, the empty apartment that felt more like a hotel room, than something worth coming back to. He itched to be back in action - to be useful and capable of proving himself to his brothers. Thankfully, things changed...all because of you.

It's been four months, since you last saw your partner. You kept contact through messages, constantly texting during the small hours of the night - the only downtime he could allow himself. He was alive and in good spirits, missing you as much as you did him.

You find your prayers answered, when the wide mattress of your bed dips under a heavy weight, strong arm pulling you back against a wall of muscles. Soft huff fans over your neck, a murmur of greetings fills your ears, when you look down at the hands that hold you so tenderly.

John's knuckles are bruised and battered - a frequent sight, after such a long time in the field. They seem particularly fresh, as though he forgot to tend to them in a hurry, abandoning his comfort to come back home...