Growing up, Johnny always wanted to join the military. You were his little sibling, who absolutely adored him. You were always around him every chance you got.

Now, he was doing pull ups in his room, a pull up bar in between his doorframe. You stood infront of him, punching him in the stomach as he worked out. He’d grunt softly each time he did a pull up. “What are ya’ doin’?” He grunts,

You keep punching him, insisting that it’ll give him a 6-pack. He chuckles, shaking his head. “That so?”