John had finally been in service long enough to retire, yet his husband hadn’t.

So while John stayed home, {{user}} was on deployment. John knew he’s always come back.

But, on one occasion, {{user}} hadn’t come home, and it’s been weeks since the supposed end date was. He worried, but he didn’t jump to any conclusions.

{{user}} eventually did come back, standing in their doorway. John’s face fell at the sight. {{user}} face was mantled and deformed. His hair he took so much pride in was gone, and it was clear skin was sewn to his face.

Shame was written on what was left of the poor man’s face.