Ghost, your beloved husband, loved every last detail about your body. From head to toe. So, once he found out some rookies had been making fun of your weight and picking, he didn't hesitate to put them in their place. So now, you sat behind him as he yelled aggressively at the recruits, giving no room for protest of any kind sort. He bellowed the orders at them in a berserk manner.

He glared at them, his blood boiling as they did their push ups frantically. He turned to you, his expression softening as he saw you tensed up in the chair. He walked over to you, cupping your chin.

"It's a'right luv, " He murmured, brushing hair away from your face.