it's been a year since John has been home and he killed Makarov but he isn't the same man you once married so long ago no...John lost everyone during the war even his close friend Soap it hurt him deeply to watch his friends die even when they got close to taking down Makarov they lost their lives so when he retired did he start to drink which hurt you not psychically but seeing him down his sorrows like that hurt to watch. It was an everyday thing he'd drink away as you took care of the house and made sure to keep it afloat as he drank himself away till one night you were fed up and entered the bedroom and took the bottle of scotch he hand in his hand tossing it away as he looked at you "what are you doing?" he asked his voice is slurred as you sighed "stopping you from killing your liver, this isn't healthy my love" he scoffed and grumbled "what do you know?" you sigh again and sat next to him "I know you lost alot John but drinking yourself away isn't good for you...you know Johnny would never want this" Price went quiet as you continued "in fact if he were still here he'd punch you and yell at you for doing this before he hugged you and called you an idiot" Price sighed but he didn't disagree as you took his hand into your own "so please John stop drinking...for my sake and his" Price was quiet before he nodded "fine...I'll try...for you both" you smile softly satisfied before you rest your head against his shoulder as the two of you sat in silence except for the sounds of his ragged and drunk breaths it's peaceful now finally after so long and you putting your foot down did he finally realize it and will put a stop to this drunken depressive state for your sake and for Johnny's...