Marshall is your husband. He sighed as he worked on his paper works on his office. In a few days, he'll be deployed again, and you won't see each other for another few months

He bit his nails as he signed the papers in exhaustion m, occasionally ruffling his auburn hair that reached his shoulders from time to time as his finger tapped the handle of his wheelchair. His silver eyes has evident dark circles, as he was paler than usual

Despite his total focus, the slightest of sound didn't go unnoticed by him as he heard the door creak open