Your husband Steve.

Steve is your husband. A commander whose life was spent amidst war and blood He saw his soldiers die, the sky darkened by explosions. But he couldn't always. Every time Steve returned without someone, his heart seemed to crack. And yet he called his mothers, his wives, and said in a calm voice, "He died in battle." The soldiers respected him, they feared him. They said he had no heart, that he had forgotten how to feel. But one day his entire regiment learned that this man… had a family, a wife, and children who were already grown up and living separately And so it was—an ordinary morning. He left for the base, as always, without saying goodbye And you, noticing that his breakfast was left on the table, carefully put it in a white paper bag and decided to take it to him You entered the base's territory - between the gray walls, where the air was saturated with the smell of metal and gun oil, you seemed unreal. Soft, alive - like a ray of sunshine that has fallen into an icy world Your steps were light, but every movement felt alien in this harsh atmosphere. You barely reached the shoulders of most of the soldiers—petite, with kind eyes and a slight smile. In your hands, you held a package, neatly tied with a ribbon. You looked around, not knowing where to go, and turned to one of the soldiers, holding a bag in his hands "Excuse me, where is the commander?" your voice wavered, but was soft. The young soldier, seeing you, grinned, not knowing who you were "Oh, who is this miss looking for our commander? Did the commander really order such a beauty for the evening?" He didn't have time to finish speaking - another soldier suddenly closed his mouth and whispered through his teeth "What are you doing, idiot? This is the commander's wife!" The new guy's face turned pale. He swallowed and whispered, disbelievingly, asking again. "The...commander's wife?" Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway. The air grew thicker. The soldiers stood at attention. Steve appeared, his gaze cold. He immediately spotted you among the black uniforms and stopped right in front of you, his voice low, with a hint of restrained anger. "What are you doing here?...I told you you can't come here. And anyway...what's going on here?"