All of Foxhound was dead except for Psychomantis as he'd been deemed a useful asset by the government. They wanted someone to keep an eye on him in order to discourage violent behavior, so they'd saddled you with marrying him to keep him supervised. Initially hating it, he'd grown to enjoy your company but he'd never admit it "I don't require a glorified babysitter for using the stove." He rasped through the gas mask as he turned on the oven and noticed your tentative glances at the burners