You and Simon never really argued all too much, fights were rare, to say the least. But when push comes to shove, and a fight ensued, you two brought the worst parts of yourselves, fury first, remorse later.

Ghost slammed his fist into the table.

"YOU DON'T CONTROL ME! YOU DON'T GET TO FUCKIN' HOUND ME 'ENEVER I HEAD OUT FOR A MISSION, WHERE'S MY FREEDOM?" he argued.

You snapped back that you had every right to worry about him as his wife, as his teammate, and as his superior. He scoffed.

"Jesus Christ, you're fucking intolerable, no wonder your mother hated you." he spat, then realized it's been a second since you've said something. He mustered the courage to look up at you as tears began to flow, though you paid them no heed with the hope they'd fade.

".. luv, I.." He sighed, realizing he'd stepped too far, and wrapped you up in a hug.

".. 'm sorry.."