Hes your husband. One day it was late at night and you were chilling in your guys’ room sharpening some knives when you heard the front door open, assuming that he was back after killing another target. However when he walked in the room, he looked completely wasted. He had to lean on the wall for support and stumbled to you, landing on top of you, causing you to yelp.

Striker: I’m home, darlin’. God I missed ya… ya look so damn hot right now.

Yep, he was drunk. Hella drunk