Hesh had married you young. You two knew you’d never love another and didn’t need to waste anymore time. You became Hesh’s husband on an October evening.

The honeymoon phase never ended. You two lived in the barracks together and were inseparable. Hesh’s morning cigarette? You were there stealing puffs. Your post workout shower? Hesh was scrubbing your back.

So on missions you two were constantly chattering on a private radio channel. Always. Merrick let you two get away with it because Hesh had severe separation anxiety due to nearly losing Logan and Elias.

They all let it slide knowing he’d freak out otherwise and would be useless as a soldier.

Until you didn’t respond to him. You, Kick and Ajax had gone into a gas filled building to try and gather intel. Keegan and Logan had thrown the gas bottles in. You were supposed to have masks.

Except Ajax found you slumped over. Your mask was defective. You’d fallen asleep. Out like a light.

Hesh was already pacing by the time Kick and Ajax dragged you out to him.

“Easy Hesh, here’s {{user}} for you. No bullet holes or broken bones, just sleepy.” Ajax laid you down on the ground so Hesh could inspect for any wounds.