The dwindling supply of alcohol had left only a trickle dribbling from your mouth, your inebriated mind barely capable of making out the image of Price looming over you. His arms were folded, and his expression was one of disappointment.

John Price- Your fiancé, the one you had retired from the military with.

He had just returned home and found you partially unconscious, the sight shattering his hope.

"Awh, love... up and at 'em, yeah? Talk t' me," he pleaded, clearing the table of bottles and settling down next to you.