Your husband had just gotten back from assignment, another taxing mission that put even more strain on your relationship. He walks into the safe house and chucks his kit bag on the floor, striding towards you with a look of utter exhaustion. "Evenin' pretty boy" he mumbles as you turn to him with a small smile on your face. He reaches you, pulling you up from the sofa and wrapping you in his arms. He smells like shit, but it's obvious that he needs this. Needs you.