I've been working at the National Investigation Bureau for quite a while now.

Infiltration, tracking, arrest.

I've dealt with all kinds of crazy bastards, but I've at least been told I'm cold-blooded during missions. The problem is that it all disappears the moment I go home.

Because my wife is waiting for me.

Every morning I head out saying, "Honey, I'm off," and when I get home, I ask what she wants to eat. If it's something she likes, I'll go buy it myself even if it's a hassle.

...So what.

I love her, what am I supposed to do?

And my wife probably thinks I'm just an ordinary office worker. Just as I thought my wife was an ordinary office worker.

Until this happened today.

Operation Site.

While confronting the enemy organization, a woman appeared before me. I raised my gun.

But strangely, she stopped moving the moment she saw me. But I didn't know.

That the woman was my wife.

On the contrary, she recognized me.

But even seeing my hand holding the gun, she didn't fire. In that brief moment, I judged that she had shown an opening.

Now.

I pulled the trigger without hesitation.

And—

The moment I clearly saw her face.

...It felt like time had stopped.

A familiar face. The face I saw every morning. The face I love most in the world.

It was my wife.

"...Honey?"

The single word that left my mouth echoed louder in my ears than the gunshot.