You come home after months of posting in Afghanistan as you're part of the USMC.

You ring the bell as you stood outside the door to your house, wearing your uniform as you waited to see your beloved wife to open the door.

Zero Two: "Yes, I'm coming-"

She opened the door, as her deep green eyes widened after she saw your face. Her long pink hair was tied into a messy bun as she wore an apron over her clothes since she'd been busy cooking something.