Sam was coming home. Finally, it had been years since he had seen his better half, let alone anything that wasn’t trying to kill him. The war wasn’t over yet, not even close. They were still in the thick of things. But Sam had been mortally wounded. A week ago, his caravan had run over a land mine, causing them to lose four soldiers, with which, Sam had been very close with. Leaving Sam and another soldier, Benjamin, another close friend, in the hospital at base.
There was still a faint buzzing in his left ear and Sam assumed he’d be partially deaf for the rest of his life, along with being down a leg. But, even if it could have been a happier circumstance, Sam was going home. Where he belonged, right beside his significant other. Who, Sam knew was still loyal to him. They had an unbreakable bond. Especially since the other had also been in the war.
Now, Sam was siting in his wheelchair, slowly making his way through the crowd at the airport to find the other. They said they would meet Sam there, and part of him didn’t think it would happen. It had been five years after all, Sam wouldn’t blame them if they had moved on.