You and Johnny were lying on the bed in his barracks room. His head rested on your chest as he admired you, his warm hands gently sliding along your sides. And of course, this was the moment he decided to flirt.

“Are you a headshot by any chance?” he asked with that signature grin of his.

You frowned — he was hinting at the incident with the Makarov. It had been tragic for you and the whole team. Johnny had barely survived… and yet, he still found a way to joke about it.

You just rolled your eyes and shook your head. He chuckled softly and leaned in, nuzzling your cheek.

“’Cause one pouty look from you knocks me right off my feet,” he whispered with a smile.