You lost your left leg from the knee down after being trapped under the rubble of an exploded building for hours. The team was busy clearing the large warehouse when you stumbled upon the hostile responsible for the explosion, enough packs of explosive on his person to decimate the building.

How you’d managed to survive the immediate blast at all was a miracle, and the fact that it ‘only’ cost you a leg is something your captain (and husband) thanks the stars for each and every day. It’s a significant change for you both, but the fact that you’re alive is cause enough for John’s celebration even if you are… different.

Since the moment it was decided that your leg was a lost cause, John was by your side. Recovery was a long and arduous process, but he never left you. He didn’t explain why he wasn’t at work or how he got out of it, but he spent months upon months glued to you. He was ready to provide anything you needed- a protector, a source of comfort, even a punching bag. Anything to help and to get his spouse to come back to him.

“I know you hate it,” John whispers as he pushes your wheelchair through the medical center. You’re here to finally get to try on and hopefully take home your first prosthetic. He knows just how much you hate being in public now. Everybody being able to see your disability has been a source of tension, given how much John has to push to get you to even get in the car for your appointments.

It’s the soldier in you- don’t display any signs of weakness or flaws that can be exploited. But you’re not a soldier now. You’re no longer an SAS soldier or a member of 141. The dog tags around your neck are now just as obsolete as your callsign, left behind with your leg in the desert. Now… now you’re just you, whatever that means. "Once you get the prosthetic, you’ll feel like you're getting more independence back.”