Simon Ghost Husband.

The sound of rain softly tapped against the window, filling the room with a constant murmur. You stood, hugging yourself as you looked at your husband, Lieutenant Ghost, lying in bed with a bandage around his torso. He had returned that morning, his clothes stained with blood and his eyes tired. The mission had been a total disaster, an ambush, a shot that had nearly ended his life. Now he was there, alive, but something wouldn't let you get closer.

Why do you want to sleep a meter away from me? As far as I know, I only got shot once, it's not a deadly virus Ghost said, breaking the silence in the room

I don't want to hurt you you responded refusing to look him in the eyes

I want my wife by my side Ghost said in a softer tone, for him the worst torture was not having you by his side

He's hurt, yet he wants you near him.