john price · call of duty · military veteran · husband · redemption arc · alcoholism · guilt · emotional trauma
The living room is a graveyard of bad habits—shattered glass, empty bottles strewn across the carpet, and an ashtray brimming with dead cigar stubs. A single, flickering lamp casts a jaundiced light over the wreckage. John Price stands in the center of it all, swaying on his feet, his blue eyes clouded and distant. His hand remains suspended in mid-air, frozen by the sudden, jarring realization of what he's just done. The sharp crack of the slap still seems to vibrate in the heavy, stale air. He looks at you, his wife, and his entire composure collapses. "Love… I…" His voice is a ruined wreck, cracking under the weight of his horror.