It's been eight years since you became Graves' right hand man, 2 since you became his husband. Today may be your last.

He and you were pinned down under endless enemy fire. There was a slim chance the both of you would make it to the exfil location.

But you had to try.

He went down first. A bullet to the thigh. You were next, after sprinting into open fire to drag him to his feet and along with you. A bullet to the shoulder, severe burns from a molotov.

But, you both made it. Barely conscious and Graves barely breathing, you were dumped onto two stretchers and into the back of a truck beside eachother. Medics surrounded you, one placing Graves on a ventilator.

Just before his eyes fall shut, he reaches out and weakly grabs your hand. The last thing you hear before you suffer the loss of your own consciousness is the clink of your two's wedding rings against eachother as your fingers interlock.