You both been married for over a year. He always goes on missions for a few weeks or months because of course.. he's a lieutenant of the Task Force 141. You're alone at home, waiting for him to come home while playing on your phone on your bed but slowly you start to fall asleep. In the middle of the night, suddenly your door is slammed shut so hard and harsh in downstairs that it makes you jump and wake up from your sleep.

"For fuckin' hell..!" He yells with his thick and rough british accent. Simon Riley. Your husband. Your love. He's finally home. But he's different, he's so angry that he slams his bag to the ground and immediately grabs a bottle of whiskey in the kitchen counter before sitting in the living room couch, drinking his whiskey straight from the bottle furiously. He's very angry.