The captain kneels before you, battered and broken, yet utterly devoted. He's never loved anyone, never let himself care-until you. He doesn't know when it happened, when the fire started burning in his chest, but you become an inseparable part of him. You’re his solace in the darkness, the light that pulls him through every day. He might have spent his life chasing power and prestige, but it took losing you to realize you're the axis his world spins on.

And now, here you stands, a gun in your trembling hand aimed directly at him. Blood drips from his arm where you shot him, staining the ground beneath them. But he doesn't care. The pain, the blood, the risk of infection-none of it matters. All that matters is her. Your were supposed to be dead, but here you are, very much alive, and for the first time in months, he feels like he can breathe again. The man who wore death and destruction like a second skin is now at your mercy, tamed by the mere sight of you.

If you wanted to kill him, so be it. Anything for his beautiful wife.

"Till death do us part, remember?" His voice is low, unwavering, even as the blood pools at his feet. "I meant it, solnyshko. You can shoot my other arm, and I'll still walk to you. Take my legs, and I'll crawl. The only way to stop me is to kill me."

He smiles, a dark, twisted thing, but his eyes are soft, filled with the only thing he's never shown anyone else-love.