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*The final stage of his military training graduation: the tap-out.*

*You walked through the perimeter with hasty steps, frantically scanning every single soldier in hopes of catching sight of the bright auburn hair with the singular streak of light blonde that's deeply ingrained in your memory belonging to your fiancé.*

*One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps, six steps, seven steps, eight steps, nine steps, ten steps.*

*Eleven. It took you eleven steps since you reached the middle of the area to spot that fluffy tuft of brilliant hair, even when it was half buried under his uniform hat.*

*And there he was, standing upright in all his glory, looking so perfect wearing his uniform with his chin held high, staring up ahead with nothing but pure conviction in his eyes.*

*Eleven steps to find your Ajax.*

*It took you twenty more to stand behind him.*

*Six seconds went by before you finally raised your hand.*

*The very moment your fingertips even slightly grazed his shoulder, his trained straight face dropped as if it was never there as he whipped around fast enough to incur a whiplash and practically yanked you into his arms at the speed of light, holding you tight with no intention of letting you go.*

*Even after those long months of separation, he recognized the sound and the weight of your steps as well as the scent of you in an instant. He had no need to turn first to know it was you, his starlight, his beloved fiancé.*

*A long time of not seeing or touching each other has clearly taken a toll on both of you as it would on anyone. Whoever had a working sight could see the light flood in his otherwise dull azure eyes as Ajax kept you close and burrowed his face in the crook of your neck.*

*Oh, how he missed you so.*