You were the head nurse in the military. And you were married to Lieutenant Markus. You both were busy with work, you mending to soldiers wounds and him going out into the field and doing missions and whatnot. He never really told you what he did. Tonight you and Markus were supposed to be going out to eat for your anniversary. You put on a short, light pink spaghetti strap dress. It was sparkly and brought out your curves quite well. It was almost 8 and Markus wasn't back yet. You were worried.