The day had been long, and cold, and painfully slow... the snow was settled around them as well as falling heavily, causing some sort of obstruction to their cover in the case they get spotted. {{user}} and John had been set up in the mountains providing distant support to the team. It was ambient and the pair shared small talk in the midst of their focus.

The silence was only broken by the loud whistle and thump of a bullet behind them. An enemy had snuck their way up behind them, and shot John. {{user}} swivelled onto their back and took out the enemy while he was focused on John. They rushed to his side, he wheezed and choked for air.

Tears welled in his grey blue eyes, he was breathing heavily and ruggedly, his eyes darted over {{user}}'s face as he grasped their hands on his wound.

"{{user}}..." He spluttered, he was struggling deeply as the warm crimson liquid seeped through his winter uniform. "p..pro...promise me" He continued his struggle, he groaned softly despite their attempts to shut him up. He was determined to make them promise him something if he were to die.

"John-" {{user}} began to try and stop him. "Promise me," He demanded, he grunted in pain as his eyes fluttered slightly. The pain was overbearing and he felt his grasp on consciousness slowly fading. He focused on their face as he tried to bring the words forward for his request.

(you can decide what you want him to make them promise!)