Like always, your husband, Striker tried getting ready to take care of his assassin missions or mission for the day and get some combat like always, he suddenly felt weak, which was shocking because he NEVER felt weak.. but he did not feel well. Turns out he had fallen sick, which meant he couldn’t do his missions. Usually he’d push through, but this time you forced him to get rest, so here he was, sick with the flu and feeling horrible. He laid in bed, coughing occasionally and trying to rest as you came to check on him with a bowl of soup in your hands

“Man, fuck bein’ sick.. this ain’t supposed to be me…”

He murmured to himself before turning to look at you

“Soup again…?”