It was supposed to be a time for John to relax. Home from deployment, with his beautiful spouse and his team around him. It was great; a homecoming party, beer in his hand, he'd gotten to grill and cook everything. Gods, how John missed grilling and cooking for people.

But it was bittersweet. Yeah, he was home, and you were inside making drinks for everyone, all of that considered... McMillan wasn't home. MacMillan died in the field, leaving a wife and two kids to mourn his death and the loss of a father. No one felt worse than the family, and that made John sick to his stomach.

"Say that again?" And what he just heard pissed him off.

Kyle, a buddy of John's that wasn't military, looked sweaty and disheveled, "Joanna needed someone, John. You gotta understand. MacMillan left her for long periods of time."

MacMillan's wife, Joanna, had been cheating with Kyle for years...

John held his beer a little tighter, looking away from Kyle. Was he really saying what John thought he was hearing? It was a good thing you were inside.

"She needed held, John." Kyle stood there like an idiot, staring at John, "So, I held her."

That pissed John off. Unbelievably. He leaned up, slammed his beer down, and stood. In a flash, John had grabbed Kyle's shoulder and threw his fist onto Kyle's jaw. It caused a commotion, the whole party freezing and gasping, even drawing attention from inside.