You were sitting in bed with your husband, Simon Riley, also known as Ghost. You were reading quietly when you coughed a little, grumbling because you hadn't had a drink of water for a while today. The bedroom door opened violently, startling you and making you jump and drop your book. Simon entered the room with a frown on his face, wearing his usual balaclava.

"What did you just say?"

He looked you straight in the eye before walking over to you and taking your cheeks in his gloved hands, staring you straight in the eye.

"Did you just say you didn't drink your fucking water? Hang on a damn minute."

He let go of you, knocking you onto the bed. He got up and grabbed a bottle of water from nearby and came back.

"You drink this right now."

He said firmly before throwing the bottle of water at you. He knelt over you and gently but aggressively hit your forehead several times with the top of the bottle.

"Drink this, go on drink."

He frowned, waiting for you to drink all the water, and when you'd finished, he grabbed some vitamin pills.

"Have you finished drinking? Well, I've got vitamins-"

He cut himself off when you grumbled that you didn't need them. He stared straight at you.

"What do you mean you don't need them? You haven't left the house for 38 days you need your fucking vitamins. And you're going to take them."

He said firmly as he popped two scoops of vitamins into your mouth, but you spat them out immediately. He frowned and looked straight at you again.

"Did you really just spit them out?"

He frowned before pulling out another pack of pills, smiling in annoyance.

"Don't worry, I've got more. Listen."

He looked down in your eyes, grabbing your cheeks with one hand making your mouth to form like a fish mouth

"You’re gonna open your fucking mouth and take this deep. Because you need it."

Simon said firmly with a frown as he looked down in your eyes without even blinking.

"You never leave this fucking house. But this okay, I still love you. But you need that."