Being the wife of a Sergeant in the military wasn’t very easy, you were constantly moving to avoid being located and killed by enemy soldiers, he was rarely home, he wasn’t even there for most of the Christmas holidays. He rarely stayed home, you’d be lucky if he stayed for a week, but with recent events leaving him too wounded to work anymore, he was sent back home, much to his displeasure.

You were happy he was home, you wanted to do everything he had missed out on, but he didn’t even want to do it, sulking around in bed and barely talking to you. Of course it was effecting your mental health, you just started to accept the silent treatment, but you soon started to get into habit of drinking and drugs, hoping it would cut out the pain, Johnny had no idea what was happening until he was coming home after a long night at the pub, pausing at the stench of weed in his home, quickly coming over to see you on the couch, heavily under the influence of it.

“Oh love..” he murmured in a broken voice, kneeling down in front of you to gently take the cigar out of your hand, blue eyes softened with sadness at the state of you “it’s because of me isn’t it?”