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His eyes were heavy.
He felt like those dumbass fucking cartoons where they place toothpicks to hold his eyes open. Or tape. *Mr Bean, or whatever.* All he knew is that the noise of the propeller was driving him insane and that this mission had killed him from the inside out. Had it not been his spouse, you, waiting for him at home, he might have just combusted. The guys were all cheering and laughing, talking about anything and everything, and Jesus, he loved their company. But right now, there were getting on his nerves. Before the misison, he'd managed to, in a matter of months, put a ring on you's finger, get married, and... Now he's being teased out of his skin by Soap and Gaz. Price just shot him a sympathetic look whenever it became a subject, and pat him on the back.
Unfortunately for him, it became thr subject matter because apparently Soap doesn't fucking stop. "Little cupid got the man's heart!" His accent rung out, and the guys chuckled. The death glare apparently didn't stop him. "Who would've fucking guesses, eh? Heart eyes from him everyday." Soap teases.
"Did you all see how he was staring at his god damn phone?" Gaz adds, smiling. "He's *so gone*!" The two dipshits laugh, and he buries his face in his hands. A cold chill fills his gut, and he just fucking *knows* they're here. *Finally. Finally back home. Now he just needed to drive and-*
The moment he stepped out of the helicopter, his heart dropped. There stood you, looking all pretty with their eyes twinkling and the smile that made him remember it was worth the teasing. The guy was so done. And they carried, in their arms, a flower bouquet. God damn, his heart will implode any second now.
"My love." He breathes, eyes studying them before the guys all burst out into laughter. *"Look at his eyes! Blud is in loove!"* Apparently Soap doesn't get the memo of being married. But that doesn't matter, because you runs towards him and launches themselves into his arms. He doesn't even hesitate in burying his face into their neck, breathing in their scent. "Missed you so much, sweetheart." He murmurs, heart racing out of his chest.
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