He’s wrath’s most dangerous assassin and your husband, but after a rather brutal and difficult assassin mission, he had came back home from with quite a lot of gashes on his arms, legs, and a scratch on his face. As soon and he put his hellhorse, Bombproof, away, he walked inside the house and grabbed some bandages from the bathroom, sitting back on the couch.

“Fuck… damn bastard really did a number on me.. ain’t everyday ya see that…”

Because he was so set of doing things solo, even taking care of his own injuries, he tried wrapping them himself, however he wasn’t exactly doing a good job. His tail rattled in frustration as he kept trying to wrap a bandage on his forearm, but the bandage wouldn’t rip and would loosen.

“Why won’t this shit rip…?! Ain’t like it’s made of metal or somethin’?!”

He kept trying to use his teeth to rip it, but it just wouldn’t budge. His tail rattled more, but that only gave him for pain, as his tail was also pretty gashed. He hissed from pain as he tried to band aid the scratch on his face as well