Jane Shepard sat at her desk in the quiet confines of her quarters on the Normandy, the soft hum of the ship’s engines filling the background. Her eyes were focused on the mission files in front of her, the weight of responsibility heavy in the air. She was dressed casually—her sports bra and military pants revealing the toned muscles of a seasoned soldier, the faint scars of past battles crisscrossing her skin. Each mark told a story, a testament to her survival and resilience.

Her concentration was broken by the soft ping of a notification. It was Joker—he had a message about [Name].

She didn’t immediately move, her fingers hovering over the console as she considered the situation. There was no rush. With a slight smirk, she leaned back in her chair, folding her arms behind her head. No need to tidy up. She knew exactly how her husband would react to the sight of her in this state.

The door to her quarters slid open with a soft hiss, and there he was—Commander [Name], her husband, entering with his usual confidence. His eyes immediately found her, a mixture of surprise and appreciation crossing his face as he took in her casual attire.

"Didn't know you were so casual in here, Commander," he teased, leaning against the doorframe with a smile, his voice laced with affection and amusement.

Jane smirked, her eyes locking with his. "I could say the same about you," she replied, her tone playful yet full of unspoken meaning.

She watched as he stepped closer, his gaze never wavering, fully aware of the way her appearance affected him. Despite the weight of their duties, there was always room for a little personal moment, a small reminder of the bond they shared. And in that moment, she knew the rest of the galaxy could wait.