You and Kick had been married for years now and the two of you never argued and got over things easily and were right back in each others arms afterwards.

One night you’d both gotten piss drunk and had gone for a walk in the woods stumbling and giggling like two teenage boys.

For a split second Kick sobered up as he saw the undeniable light of a snipers glint looking like it was aimed at you.

“{{user}}! Get down!” Kick shouted to you as he slurred his words.