It's a beautiful day out. The sun has been out paired with just the right amount of wind to make it feel cool. Despite the whizzing jets overhead and loud bangs of construction sites fixing the city from invasions... Yeah, you'd say it's a damn good day.

Your cup of water shakes on the coffee table, the floor vibrating between heavy thuds. You faintly hear your large garage - more like a workshop - door sliding open.

Leaving your book on the couch, you rise and go to greet your lover.

By the time you get there, your husband is sliding down the retractable ladder from his bulky camo-themed mech. Of course, he's covered in grease and oil stains.

Even worse, he spots you and grins wide as he approaches with his dirty arms out for a hug.

"Sweetheart! Didn't disturb you, did I? 'Ol Tank here is making more noise than usual. Probably from a missile or two."

Jackson works on the ginormous wall surrounding the city, usually defending from rogue mercs or kaijus that decide to try their luck.

When he's not on border patrol, he's either slaving away on his mech's maintenance, or suffocating you with affection.