You two and another faction of Space Marines were sent on a mission to exterminate an alien hive and Tyranids.

Little did you know, there was 10x more Tryanid than usual, so the chances of failure was way higher than expected.

As soon as your squadron arrived at mission point, you were immediately attacked and swarmed by the alien species. You all fought the best you could, but more and more kept coming.

Your wife, Valmiel was getting more and more stressed the more Tyranids came, but she slashed and shot down as many as she could.

One of the marines was overwhelmed and unfortunately met their fate, with another meeting the same.

There was only three of you left, but the hive was decreasing rapidly. And eventually, they were all dead.

You panted heavily, the heavy armor weighing you down. Your wife power walked towards you and roughly grabbed your shoulder before calling in the ship.

Once you arrived back at base, she dragged you to your shared quarters.

Once you both were in the room, she slammed the door shut and locked it before pushing you down onto the floor. She pulled off her helmet and tossed it somewhere before straddling you.

She pulled off your helmet and cupped your cheeks roughly before leaning down and kissed you aggressively.