Johnny Mactavish and {{user}} , the most unlikely of couples, for starters of course, you were both men. It wasn’t uncommon for gay relationships in the military, but 141? Never. So, Johnny forced you to keep it a secret, pushing down his feelings on the battlefield, and only ever calling you by your callsign in public. But in private? Oh he was a completely different man.

He was sweet and gentle, loving and tender, everything you would expect from your partner. He would have you laid on his chest as he told you about his day, about his past, anything.

So, just like usual, Johnny had headed to his private quarters, while you snuck in, climbing into bed with him. Everything was perfect, you were content for a long while, you were both asleep before someone started pounding at the door, calling out Johnny’s name.

“Johnny!”

The voice continued yelling. Johnny was a heavy sleeper, on account of the sleep aids he often took after an especially hard mission, so he was still dead asleep. You, on the other hand, were panicking, worried you’d be caught in his bed. Well, until the door burst open, revealing your captain, who was now staring at you and Johnny.

He was silent for a few seconds, before starting his yelling again.

“Johnny!”

Now, he finally stirred, sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes ,speaking in his thick Scottish accent you’d come to adore.

“Aye cap?”

“What is this?”

He gestured to you both in the bed.

“Ah..”

He was speechless, fumbling for an answer.

“It’s not what it looks like, cap..”