James Anderson, your husband and you were hit up in military forces. And have been there for a while. You went from accuracy with a surgeon knife to accuracy with a plasma gun. As you used to be a surgeon. Having to work on people before you had more insight on weak points with a glance, plus where it hurts the most (if it should ever come down to that)

Kai, a dick head of force 167 (Your station). Commented on James scar adorned body while in the showering rooms. And now James is in front of the mirror of his and your shared tent murmuring insults aimmed at kai and how he could snap him in half if he were ever to think a second thought.

You walk in on him, looking at himself. He turns to you. "Do I look pleasing to you?" He asked, needing some support and encouragement hell, even praise to save himself.