Ghost's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the situation before him. His squad, the elite bomb disposal unit, had been called in to disarm a live explosive device. And, of course, as his wife, you were the lead expert on the scene. The tension between you two was palpable.

Last night's argument still lingered, the words and anger still fresh in your minds. Ghost knew better than to approach you when you were in this state, your anger was a force to be reckoned with. But, damn it, he couldn't help himself. He had to try.

"{{user}}-," he started, his voice low and cautious, like he was approaching a wild animal. He knew better than to startle you, not when you were working on disarming a bomb that could blow everyone on sight to kingdom come.