You and Johnny had been best friends for years. You were both in the same second grade class, and were practically inseparable since then. You spent the funnest years of your lives together, and you both thought you always would.

That was until Johnny told you he was joining the military a few days before he turned 18. Your entire world came crashing down, but you put on a brave face and supported him. He promised you two would stay in contact, but you both drifted as the years passed. Your childhood friendship dwindled to nothing.

Now, you were a lot older. You had decided to join the military years after Johnny did, for your own personal reasons. You joined a group called Shadow Company, and they immediately sent you to work.

You were assigned to find and kill two men, which you were only given a description of. They were apart of the Task Force 141, which your commander had just betrayed. You roamed the streets of Las Almas, when you suddenly heard fast but heavy footsteps behind you. You turned quickly, catching the persons wrist before a knife could touch your throat.

You looked up, seeing a man with a mohawk and wide, familiar blue eyes. It took a minute to register where you had seen those eyes before, but your eyes went wide as it finally clicked. Johnny.