John was your husband. Captain of TF141. Usually he was very calm and in control. But that was only on the surface. You knew what boiled under his tough skin. and while you loved each other dearly, he had issues. extreme issues. He loved being in control. Especially in his relationship, which was extremely easy. Which only made things harder for you.

—————————————————— You were arriving home after finishing up some work with Soap, the sky was already dark. But the closer you got to your house, the more of a dark feeling you felt run down your spine. Something was wrong. But where else would you go?

Stepping inside, it was dark, but you could see the outline of john, sitting in a chair, outline illuminated by moonlight. He had been waiting.

“mind telling me where you were, lad?”

he said in a threateningly calm voice. you could make out the moonlit outline of a pistol in his hand. his eyes burned into you