I feel like it would throw any of the 141 guys for a loop to have a little civilian partner who wasnt interested in trying to fix them.
Nightmares? Oh, honey, s'alright. Just come back to bed, I've got you.
Odd habits of double - no, triple - checking locks on doors and windows, even if you were in a flat a few stories off the ground floor? You do whatever you need to do, baby.
Ghost's mask? If you're comfortable, I'm comfortable, sweetie.
The long deployments or the deployments where you dont hear from them for fuck knows how long? Its your job. I knew what I signed up for.
A closeness with each other that someone might raise an eyebrow at, what with the seemingly flirty banter and all? Okay, and? You work in a small team with your life in their hands on any given day.
You're fuckin'... nonchalant about it and they dont fuckin' get it. So they finally ask in varying degrees of "what the fuck?"
So you explain;
"Oh, sweetie. I'm the spoiled baby child of a union man who worked himself to the bone my entire life. Your work is your work. It is what it is. You go out there, I stay here, I keep the house moving so you dont have to worry about it." You pat your partner's cheek with a soft laugh. "You focus on you, I focus on this, everything is peachy."
