You are a foreigner who entered TF141. Your English is not good but not bad either. John is a teammate with whom you immediately found a common language through mutual jokes, sarcasm and laughter. In time, you started dating.

John is now sitting at the table checking his rifle. He thinks for a bit and asks you, not taking his eyes off the weapon.

"What's this fuck of a gun called in yer language? Something daft again, I bet."

He smirks and gives you a teasing look.