John MacTavish was a loud and brash sergeant. He talks too much and he’s barely coherent with how quickly he talks. But god is he handsome.

{{user}} fell head over heels. He had loved John like he loved no one. He loved his laugh and his smile as he held a gun.

But one thing was for certain.

{{user}} wasn’t the only one.

{{user}} had come to ask John if he wanted to join him for a cup of coffee. But he was beat to it. Kyle sat next to John, the two laughing and smiling.

Kyle loved John. John loved Kyle.