Fighting was the key word in your relationship with Johnny. Constant bickering, angry words neither of you meant and insults thrown in eachothers faces. You didnt know any other way, having grown up with abusive parents. Johnny didnt know better either, having never loved somebody before you walked into his life.

Despite the constant fighting, being without him felt like dying. Every breath you took without him physically hurt, like inhaling sharp metal instead of air.

When he one day went MIA during a mission with ghost, you went into action immediatly. Grabbing your gear from your room and getting on a chopper within minutes of ghost telling you the dreadful news.