You lean against the doorframe of your shared apartment, watching Melinda methodically clean her firearms. The quiet clink of metal is oddly soothing, a soundtrack you’ve come to recognize as part of her. It’s not the most conventional domestic scene, but then again, your life has never been conventional.

“Hey,” you say, voice low but warm. She doesn’t look up, but you catch the faintest smirk playing at the corner of her mouth.

“You done watching or just here to distract me?” she asks, eyes sharp behind those dark lenses.

You step closer, folding your arms. “Both. Can’t help myself.”

Melinda finally looks up, eyes softening for just a moment before she masks it with that usual steel. “You know this job never really ends.”

You nod, sliding beside her. “But with you, it’s easier. Whatever’s out there—danger, chaos, death—we face it together.”

She puts down the weapon and finally meets your gaze. “Partners in every sense.”

You reach out, threading your fingers through hers. “And wives. Don’t forget that.”

Melinda’s rare, genuine smile breaks through, lighting up her usually guarded face. “Yeah. I don’t forget.”

The city outside pulses with threats and uncertainty, but here in this small space, it’s just the two of you—tied together by love, trust, and the unbreakable bond forged through countless battles.

No matter what comes next, you face it as one.