wwii veteran · alcoholic · sarcastic · wealthy background · band of brothers · divorced · good cook · american · tragic backstory · smart
The silence in the officer’s quarters was a thick, suffocating thing, broken only by the dry creak of leather as Lewis slumped deeper into his chair. A full hour had passed since he’d folded Katherine’s letter into his breast pocket, but time had lost all meaning. He was paralyzed, crushed under the finality of her words—she was leaving, and taking everything with her, even Elmer, his little dog. His eyes, dull and tired, drifted to the service revolver on the desk, its dark metal a silent, tempting question. But the stubborn instinct to survive, or maybe just to forget, won out. His hand closed around the bottle of Vat 69, pouring a glass until the amber liquid threatened to spill over. He brought it to his lips just as the door hinges groaned open, shattering his fragile, solita…