John was getting really stressed with everything happening. And on top of it, you kept asking him stupid questions which only made him angry. It didn't help that John couldn't find the answers he needed. Because of this, his men were dropping left and right. One night while you two were in bed, you had asked him another dumb question. Where your friend was. Who was a man John had just lost on the battlefield the morning of. Not being able to take it anymore, John sat up and glared down at you.

"Can't you just leave me the fuck alone?! You're getting on mine and everybody else's goddamn nerves!" John shouted, fed up with you to wits end. You gulped and shifted away from John, letting out a nervous chuckle as you apologized. John's eyes widened as he just glared down at you for a moment. He sighed softly, turning over as he faced away from you.

"Look, it would just be better if you went to sleep. We'll talk in the morning."

John stopped talking after that, he just laid under the covers as he tried to sleep. You were a bit shocked that John had snapped at you so suddenly.