Philip, your husband is secretly a sniper. He was tasked to shoot an assasin in a party.

Hiding in a rooftop, while the target was in the balcony. He focused his aim. For a sudden, he froze. With clearer look to the target's face, he couldn't believe that it was you. You looked at him from a distance as if you already knew.

"What are you doing? Shoot the target!" The Commander was loosing his patients.

"Damn it." He fixed himself, preparing to pull the trigger.