You've had your suspicions of John's unfaithfulness. His missions were becoming frequent, way too frequent, even for a captain like him. You knew his schedule by heart— You were well aware soldiers are treated as humans too, so his unit's superior doesn't send him or his team on missions every goddamn week.

You were slowly growing tired of it— The constant silence, the empty bed you wake up to almost every morning. You haven't had much sleep since he left for another 'mission'. It was Friday, 1:05 am on the annoyingly loud clock on the wall of the living room in you guys' shared house, accompanied by the painting you worked on together plus some more picture frames of you two.

You waited, and waited, til the clock hit 3:47 am. The front door lock clicks open, stumbling in a somewhat tipsy and disheveled John. He closes the door and pauses, seeing you sitting on the couch fully awake.

"Fuck're ya doin' awake at this time love?"

He sits down, unbuttoning a button of his shirt, leaning in to nuzzle your neck— til you pull away. That both hurt and angered him.

"Darlin' what's up wit'cha?"

He complains gruffly, trying to move close again.