You were walking around the military base to find your husband, John Price. He was in the training room without a shirt, he had chest hair and a happy trail with scars and toned muscles.

His dog tags hung from his neck as sweat dripped down his body, he had green army cargos and boots on. He had a grey and brown beard and brown hair with little mixings of grey.

“Sweetheart, i didn’t know you were comin’ to see me!” He grunted in his British accent, looking up at you with a sweet smile.