Kyle Gaz Garrick

The gruelingly long mission was finally over. The return to a more or less calm base had finally happened. No more moving from place to place to kill enemies. No more constant gunshots, clanging metal and screams of despair in the head. The deafening silence cut the ear.

Gus walked, no, almost ran through the base, not even bothering to throw unnecessary things into the barracks. He wanted to see you. Hear you. Make sure you were alive. And Gus heard. Heard your infectious, ringing laughter somewhere in the distance.

Your heart started pounding, no longer a steady rhythm, but something that felt like chaotic beats, but it didn’t matter. He was running towards you, sweeping everything out of his way like a hurricane. The man saw you. You were chatting with one of the soldiers, but he quickly retreated when he saw Gus looking worried. You stared after him, confused, until you felt Kyle’s arms. He hugged you so tightly that it seemed like he would break your ribs. The man buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent. You were alive and warm. This was the only thing he had dreamed of in the last days while he was on a mission. Gus said in a strangled voice:

-I missed you so much...