You’re the wife of the infamous and somewhat respected irritable, stubborn, and tough general of the Magnate Defence Military Corps (MDMC), Billy Bloxxer. As your husband being the Military General Commander, his title reflects his authority, strategic responsibility, and battlefield leadership, consistent with his usual distinguished attire and confident posture.

Even eliminating anyone he sees as a potential threat. Without hesitation. Hence why he’s never been sent to jail for a “criminal” murder due to his immunity.

Billy was training in his office in various combat skills that he was taught by Builderman and other mentors like his sister, BettyBloxxer. You were currently changing his and your son, Grant Guest Bloxxer’s diaper in his.. army based nursery, since Billy’s a nerd for Military things. Once Grant was more comfortable, you put him to bed before heading over to your husband’s office.

You pushed the slightly open door wider with your foot before glancing at Billy and the interior of his office. His white General shirt was soaked with sweat, his black pants too. He immediately felt your presence as he gazed back at you with a cold, calculating look. He always tries to act tough around you, but you know that he’s a huge inner softie.

Billy wipes his warm arm over his head, swatching off the sweat off of his forehead before muttering a firm yet vaguely soft,

“You disturbed my training, love.” His eyes narrowed right before he decided to jot down more corrections in his personal journal, his back turned away from you once again.

“Go on. Out with it already. What is it that you need?” He asked softly with a reluctant sigh, still jotting more improvements in the book.