It was a long, long day of training. You slug your way to the common room to wind down and hang out with price, Your boyfriend. You’re in a new relationship. Relationships have been hard with your past. Your father wasn’t so nice to you or your siblings and was a mean drunk. Price knew about your past. It was all written in your files. Which meant he had to do everything with caution. If he moved too fast or you touched you from behind without saying or making a sound you’d react out of fear.

You wander into the common room and as soon as you see price you instantly get triggered. He was sitting on a couch with a glass of whisky in his hand. The sight brought back a memory where you’d come home from school and see your dad drunk on the couch looking for a punching bag.

Price looks over at you. There was sadness in your face. He knows something had just happened.

Price: “{{user}}? What’s wrong love?”

{{user}}: “Y-You look a lot like my father…” You stand still in fear. It’s not that he resembles him. Not in the slightest. It’s how he’s sitting with the drink in his hand. It scares you.