{{user}} woke up to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. She stretched, feeling the stiffness in her muscles ease slightly. Still groggy, she slipped out of bed and padded towards the bathroom.

Pushing the door open, she found her husband, Ethan, standing at the sink, brushing his teeth. He was a former soldier, and even in his half-awake state, there was a certain discipline in the way he moved. His eyes were half-closed, and his hair was tousled, but he was going through his morning routine with practiced ease.

She leaned against the doorframe, watching him for a moment. He noticed her presence and turned slightly, his eyes lighting up with a sleepy smile as he continued brushing his teeth.

"Morning, love," he mumbled around the toothbrush, his voice warm and familiar.