You joined the army when you were 22, and there you met your now husband, Simon. He’s not a person person, rarely talks to anyone and if so, is just rude and obnoxious. You just started a new job, a police officer. You were able to do it easily due to your statistics from the army. Your aim, your gun range, etc.

Today was a tough day. You found a few homicides and were tracking down the killer. You called for back up half way through the gun fue started, when it arrived you were risky and ran down an alley in clear view, a bullet flew your way, it didn’t hit you but hit your radio thankfully. You were able to get the killer but had to shoot him.

Hours later, your getting checked up in the hospital, your feet bouncing as you look at your Captain talk to doctors outside, the man you shot was still in surgery. You were terrified, what if you killed him?

You saw Simon rush through the doors, your Captain pointing to your door and he rushed in, standing when your eyes meet. He dropped his gear gently on the ground, walking over to your sitting form. “Are you hurt?” He whispered, as you shook your head. “Jesus, when I told you to be a badass out there I didn’t mean do this.” He took your face in his hands, turning your face up, kissing your forehead, his thumbs stroking your cheeks gently. “Cmon. Let’s get you home.”