promise | j.g

6.0 || im just glad you're home

//Elena//

It's like my feet were glued to the floor and my throat was just about as dry as the Sahara desert.

I didn't know whether or not my eyes were playing tricks on me. No, this can't be real.

"J-Jack, is that really you?" I managed to ask.

"Yea, It's me Elena", Jack said with a soft voice.

"Wh-what, no it can't be.. this isn't real." I was on the verge of tears.

My mind was playing tricks on me. There is no way it's really Jack. He's supposed to be dead.

"Arent you s-supposed to be..um.." I was stuttering so much, trying to control the tears that were threatening to spill.

He just stood there with that soft look on his face, "Dead?"

I couldn't take it anymore I let the hot tears stain my cheek. I didn't even know why I was crying, I was happy, confused, and scared.

Jack immediately dropped his bags and pulled me by the waist and crashed his lips onto mine.

Cloud nine didn't seem so far away anymore, I couldn't even remember the reason behind my tears a few seconds ago.

Once we pulled away he leaned his forehead on mine, wiping my tears with his thumb and kissed my forehead.

As much as I was enjoying this moment I was really confused. I had so many questions racing through my mind, so many doubts.

My head was swirling in fifty different directions.

I noticed he had scars and bruises all over his arms and he looked more muscular than before.

Before he left he looked something like Captain America before they experimented on him but now he looks even better than before.

After a few minutes of me just admiring him in silence, I finally spoke up.

"How? How are you here.. They gave me the MIA note?"

"It's a long story." he said with a big sigh.

"I've got time." I managed to give him a small smile.

We both walked over to the living room and sat on opposite ends of the couch.

Jack looked down at his hands and started fidgeting with them.

He would open and close his mouth very often, trying to figure out what to say. After what seemed like hours he finally spoke.

"Okay, so I guess I'll start from the beginning."

I just nodded in response.

"When I had first gotten there, they didn't put me to go fight which is why I would send you letters everyday. I would occasionally stay at the base to train and prepare incase something happened and they needed me as emergency backup.

After a year they made me go and fight. I had fought countless of battles in so many different countries by the time my 2nd year came around.

It wasn't until our very last battle that every thing started to go downhill. My team and I were stationed in Iran. We were ambushed, while we were on patrol a bomb went off.

After the bomb went off and the enemies had cleared out, I and 2 others were the only ones who survived but we had no way to contact our military base. When a trooper doesn't report back to the chief 4 days after we are supposed to, they send out MIA letters."

He paused for a moment making sure I was following along so far. I simply gave him a small nod and he continued.

"So, the chief couldn't communicate with us, so no one had any idea of our location or if we were even alive. After a week of us being stuck in the middle of nowhere in Iran, that's when our chief figured we didn't make it and sent out those letters.

After a few months they were able to get some kind of service through the walkie talkies and told them our location.

I was severely injured at the time due to the bomb, so basically I was half dead. They didn't think I was gonna make it because there was no professional medic.

Once they got us out of Iran they took us back to the military base and immediately got me to the medic. He was the best in the business.

He was able to fix me up and the chief said I was on leave and that my services there were done. I decided to come back as quickly as I could because I knew by then that you had received the note. I couldn't stand the thought of you thinking i was dead for another minute. So here I am now."

I was at loss for words once again.

It's all so surreal, I can't believe Jack is actually alive, he's really here.

I just wanted to hug him forever.

Wait, but what if his feelings towards me have changed, maybe he doesn't feel the same way anymore.

Then he wouldn't have kissed you.

I mentally argued with myself.

He probably just kissed me at the door to shut me up from crying. Maybe he didn't even feel anything.

I realized I hadn't said anything, I finally snapped out of my thoughts and simply said with a smile.

"I'm just glad your home."

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FINALLY GILINSKY IS IN THE STORY! BRUH ITS ABOUT DAMN TIME, AM I RIGHT?

(only exception for caps bc j.g is lyfe^^^)

but seriously I literally stayed up till 2am writing this.

im sleep.

-n.m