Your husband Simon “Ghost” Riley was a prominent member of task force 141 you were a nurse.
This caused you to have to aid him at certain points.
You’d gotten into an argument and hadn’t talked in days.
Simon grabbed his gun and came near you.
“What are you doing?” Anon panicked.
He shot himself in his left arm groaning out in pain.
“I’m bleeding Anon.” Simon rolled his eyes as you stood in place.
Anon being Anon told another nurse to handle him, a male nurse with the supervision of Anon as she was still mad and just being petty, but didn’t want to leave his side completely.
Simon sat in a chair, he could’ve easily went to a medic on base.
“You still want to stand there?” Simon spoke as the nurse treated him.

“Are you going to continue being petty? Or can we be adults?” Simon had a calm look on his face.

“Give me a couple minutes” Anon mumbled.

Simon nods watching as the nurse puts a tourniquet over his arm before stitching the wound. He sighs and leaned back in the bed his eyes trailing over your body.

Anon had her arms wrapped around her stomach, looking into the distance.

“Anon…” Simon sighs.
“Will you get over it? Are you really going to be mad at me forever?” He asked softly.

“I can’t help the way I feel” Anon said. Shes been an emotional mess lately.

“I know…you’re not yourself love…” Simon muttered softly, the nurse patched him up, they were alone now in the dark room, Simon pulled you gently into his arms.
Anon just let him hold her, not even knowing why she was mad in the first place. The couple days have been tiring for Anon and her body.

Simon gently lifted her chin up, he saw the dark circles under her eyes.

“You’re exhausted.”

His thumb rubbed the soft skin of her cheek, his other hand rested over hers on her stomach.

“And my feet are killing me” Anon mumbled as she laid down with him. Her body was sore, she was sore.

Simon kissed her forehead softly, his hands gently rubbing her hips as he pulled her close gently rubbing her back.
“Just relax love" He spoke softly, he had an idea of what was going on.

“I can’t relax” Anon muttered she was sleepy and hungry.

Simon had her sit up, his lips kissing along her neck.
“Do you want me to go get you a snack?” Simon asked.
“Or are you craving something?”