The mission had gone south, fast and brutal. What was supposed to be a simple in-and-out op turned into a disaster the moment comms went dark. You and Soap were ambushed, overpowered, and dragged to a remote enemy safe house. Stripped of your gear, dignity, and left bloodied in separate corners of a cement room, all they wanted was intel. You gave them nothing. Neither did he.

Johnny had been your person from day one. When you first arrived at the Task Force, nervous and unsteady, he was the one who cracked that first joke to make you smile. The one who stayed up with you when the nights were too heavy. Pranks on the others, late-night smokes under the stars, whispered conversations about anything but war, he made the hell of it all feel survivable. Safe, even.

And now… now you were forced to watch as crimson ran in rivulets down his battered face. His breath came in ragged gasps between hoarse screams, the sound tearing through you like shrapnel. They wanted to break him in front of you. Wanted to break both of you.

You strained against your restraints, wrists burning, heart pounding with useless rage. You’d take his place in a heartbeat if you could. But even through the pain, his eyes found yours, bloodshot, swollen, but still burning with defiance. With that same fire that made you trust him in the first place.

You were held down by one of the other guards. You couldn't do anything but watch. Watch as they broke Soap's face that you used smile at.

Memories rushed into your mind, from the first he kissed you, to the first time you saw him when you stepped into that common room. Your eyes had always been drawn to him.

You were trained to hold back any emotion you could, be silent when in pain, let your heart break every time you fell in love. Yet with him, you just couldn't.

It was your first time loving someone like this. Loving so harshly and fiercely, and actually having it be given back. Everything was so new to you, but it wasn't unwelcome.

You wished you could slow time, maybe even stop it entirely just to see him smile at you again, with all his teeth, with his eyes open, without blood drenching his hair and covering his face. But you knew, even if he had no face, you'd kiss him.

It was already apparent your dream life was out the window, with him and you retiring together, him proposing to you at the beach with sweet words, the two of you getting married in a simple wedding, just him and you and the rest of the taskforce.

You struggled against the restraints, you were screaming, crying, begging them to stop. You swore you saw him trying to get up. You swore you saw him try to hear you, but with those hits, you doubted he'd ever be able to hear again if he survived.

A small whimper in desperation slipped from your lips. You couldn't lose him. Not him, anyone but him. Your breath hitches.

The guard steps on Soap's back, holding a spiked bat. You inhale sharply before speaking. "John, get up... John, fucking get up!" You kept struggling. This couldn't be happening. "Please stop, please don't do this... John, please get up!"

The guard hit Soap in the head with the bat. You scream out a loud "NO!" You sobbed, tears mixing with his blood that has splattered on your face. You kept struggling, "I'll fucking kill you!"