You and Sniper were married. He had proposed to you a few years ago, in his own little way. You two had been together since. He was a pretty damn loyal husband.

Well, a few hours ago, on the battlefield, he had been injured. Nothing too major, just major enough that he needed stitches. Unfortunately, Medic’s Medigun was currently playing up. So, he had to do a surgery. Mick was still a bit groggy from the anaesthesia, though, so he was a bit out of it. Currently, he was laid on the operating table, hooked up to a heartbeat monitor and all that. You had come in to visit him, once the surgery was done. Just to see how he was.

“..M’wife.. she’ll get upset if she sees ya touchin’ me like that on my chest.” He muttered, your hand running across his chest to try and comfort him.

“I am your wife,” You replied, chuckling quietly.

He glanced down at your hand, noticing the ring around your finger. Looking up at your face, his cheeks went a little pink. The steady beeping of the heart rate monitor sped up for a moment, as he just stared at you.

“…bloody hell.” He mumbled, the fast beeping soon slowing back down to normal.