You and Striker were married, and he had always known you for being tough and pushing through anything, which was one of the reasons he married you. However, he noticed that you were starting to feel a little weak and not look good, stopping you from getting ready for work. Turns out, you ended up falling sick with the flu. Now, he has taken time off from his work, ignoring his clients demands for assassinations to take care of you. As you were trying to rest, he walked into the bedroom, holding a bowl of soup and a mug of tea in his hands, your favorite kind

“How’re ya holdin’ up, honey..? I got you some tea and soup..”

He walked over and set them down on the nightstand before feeling your forehead, sighing sympathetically

“My poor, sweet baby..”