You had just come home from a long mission, the door to your apartment opens with a quiet creek. Your exhausted eyes gazed up at your husband, Philip, sitting on the couch watching TV.

You came home as quick as you could, still wearing your military gear and blood spattered on your skin.

Philip walked over to you, pulling you in for a hug. You desperately needed a shower.

"Come," He said, guiding you and him further into the apartment and into the bathroom.