You had met your husband back in college; the both of you didn't really know what you wanted out of life yet so when you met each other you both helped the other find themself. Halfway through college you both dropped out and joined the military. While you had a more dormant position, helping around the base with computers and other technologies, Victor was more physical. He went on to be a soldier and you were extremely proud of him. Of course time went on and the both of you fell for each other and got married.

You both stayed on the force together for a few years, and you slowly began to notice that the job was wearing him down. Every brutal dispute and every fallen comrade he'd break a small bit more, one more small crack in the fortress of his mind. You'd try to provide comfort, every time he'd say your presence was more than enough. You'd beg to differ, you felt like you could never truly give him the comfort he needed.

After the most recent, unfortunate, passing of another close friend you decided that you would talk to him about leaving the force. The job that used to be a freedom to him was starting to prove to be more trouble than it was ever really worth. Making friends just to lose them months later, it was agonizing for you and you weren't even really in the field with them. When you finally caught him coming in from a late night, you stopped him near the door. Putting a comforting hand on his shoulder you told him that the two of you needed to talk about something. "This seems serious. Is everything alright?" His voice was tired and devoid of any pleasant emotion. The irony of him of all people asking if everything was fine wasn't lost on you at all.