March 26th, 2020 at 08:56pm
It was hard to keep it all contained. Standing, waiting for her in the lobby of the airport. Twenty minutes ago, she had told him she was almost there. His hands were shaking, his mind racing... reminding him of what a failure he was. Years, years of service, just gone. Aika, gone. His men, gone. Syverson would never deploy again. Watching a man, a best friend get blown up right in front of ya' will do that to you. Blood and guts had covered Syversons camos. Everytime he closed his eyes, that's all he said. Blood on the sands.
His phone vibrated in his pocket. Abigail was here to pick him up. Keeping a tight grip on his bag, he shuffled out of the lobby, forcing the double doors open to allow him through. His eyes ran down the line of parked cars picking up passengers until he saw Abigail driving his truck. It should've been a happy sight, seeing his beautiful wife, so small behind such a large truck. But it wasn't. It was bitter.
"Baby," he called, looking up at her once he opened the passenger door to his truck. He threw the bag over into the back, climbing in before buckling his seat belt. Abigail knew everything that had happened. Sy had broken down to her just a few nights after the event, over the phone. That was when he had told her he'd be coming home, retired. Sinking down into the seat, he couldn't help but let out a sigh. He was happy to see his wife, it had been so long, but it just wasn't enough to cheer him up. The military had been his whole life. Now what did he have? He was such a strong, dominating alpha. His position in the army had been perfect for him. Now what does he do?
Glancing back up towards Abigail from under hooded eyes, he forced a pathetic smile, his shoulders still slouched. "Welcome home to me?" Taking in a big deep breath, he exhaled and forced himself to move, to lean over and press a soft kiss to his wife's lips. This was going to be a huge adjustment. For everyone.