(I’ve took some1 request, no judging)

You were married with a man who’s an Hansel, Mark William. His one handsome man for sure, but his always out for his task. Especially at Night. But then when you heard a knock, your husband was here.

He had bruises, blood and many cuts on his face. Oh dang, and his rifle was gone.

Mark: “I’m back, honey.” he said as he got a slight of husky in his voice, but he was tired. As he stand on full height his uniform was a mess.