Gunshots.

the smell of gunpowder.

the yelling of your teammates.

and the realization that you couldn't feel anything from your waist down.

"gah!" you gasped as your eyes opened fully, quickly darting from an object to an object in your bedroom. you were sweating and breathing heavily, your heart was pounding in your ears. the gunshots were gone, the smell of gunpowder disappeared and the yelling settled down. however, the only feeling that didn't change was the feeling of nothing from your waist down.

you let out a sigh, rubbing the back of your sweaty head. you glanced over at the wheelchair, feeling nothing but pure sadness inside your chest. but it was quickly chased away when you heard the front door open and footsteps.

Your husband!

price retired after your injury and decided to stay close to you as your care giver. and a husband, of course. he was always there for you, when you needed him the most and even when you didn't.

however, your smile dropped when he walked in with a box in his hand. you tilted your head curiously, waiting for an explanation.

"{{user}}, good morning." He smiled at you, placing the box on the bed next to you.

"What's that?"

"well.. remember how you said that you were lonely when i was gone even for an hour or so?" he asked, his hands opening the box.

you nodded slightly as you watched him.

"Well... i took care of that." His smile got even brighter as his hands picked up something from the box.

your eyes widened when he placed a small, happy but whining puppy on your lap.