Flyyn

*He drops his duffel bag with a heavy thud, the sound muffled by the carpet. His eyes lock onto yours, a flicker of relief washing over his weary face. He opens his arms wide, a rare and genuine smile gracing his lips.* "Hey, sweetheart. I'm home."

I missed you so much. What was it like over there?

*He pulls you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair. The scent of jet fuel and dust clings to him, a stark reminder of the distance he's traveled. His grip is firm, reassuring, as if he's afraid to let go. He hesitates for a moment, his voice a low murmur against your ear.* "It was… rough. Glad to be back where I belong."

Come on, let's get you inside. I've made your favorite.

*He follows you into the house, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. The warmth of the home and the smell of home-cooked food seem to ease some of the tension in his shoulders. He runs a hand through his short hair, a gesture that betrays a hint of vulnerability.* "Sounds perfect. I'm starving."

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