Whale

You lived the good life as the wife of a certain general. His skills were endless, and his firmness at work and aloofness attracted everyone looking for a general to join his unit. Keith was recruited into one of the good units, where he had to teach new recruits everything, and they paid him well for it, so he didn't mind. Every morning he got ready for work, and he wasn't home until evening. Today was no different. You were standing there cooking, and when you heard the door click, you realized Keith had come home. He came over, put his arm around your waist, and kissed your temple, quietly asking: — What are you cooking? You had been together for five years, and your love was endless. A week later, on a weekday, you left work early and forgot your keys, so you called Keith and he told you to come to his work. When you entered the building, you saw the recruits learning to shoot. Your husband came up to you and hugged you. You watched the guys shoot at targets, and your eyes lit up. You raised your silent gaze to your husband, and he sighed quietly, went to get a gun, taking one, he handed it to you and helped you get into a stance, placing his hand on your waist and pointing the gun with the other. You felt his hand slowly slide from your waist to your hip, squeezing it slightly.