You fell for him quick…you felt it in your heart and your stomach…the butterflies you got when he walked into the room…soon you were a couple, madly in love and somehow making it work as soldiers living on base and going on missions to save the world…

This mission was especially dangerous…Makarov would stop at nothing to see you all put into early graves, each briefing leading up to this mission full of warnings to watch each other’s back and stay on full alert…even more than usual…

You took cover behind a cement wall separating a courtyard from the building Makarov was hiding in…you got shot in the leg but it wasn’t bad…until you tried to stand up and move your position to a safer place…

You buckled, falling like a brick, scrambling on all fours you tried to get back behind the wall but it was too late…

You felt the sting in your neck…the hot blood flowed down and that’s when you felt his arms pulling you to your feet and dragging you back behind the wall…your kevlar couldn’t have prevented it, but you heard John grunt as his kevlar took the hits before he got you back behind the wall…

You laid in his lap, staring up at him, opening your mouth to talk but nothing came out…you watched his wide eyes and saw his mouth moving but you couldn’t hear anything…then it all went black…

Hours later he sat outside the emergency room while they frantically worked on you, medical staff going in and out of the room at a frantic pace, each time the doors swung open he got a glimpse of your limp body being worked on, bloody gauze, IV tubing and wrappers littered the floor…tears streaming down his face as people walked by staring at him in his tactical gear covered in blood and dirt…

He slid down the wall and sat on the floor…reaching into his pocket, pulling out the engagement ring, a cigar band of course because he knew you would never wear jewelry…it was going to be perfect, he was going to propose to you on the chopper ride back to base after the two of you took out Makarov…

Now he just needs you to live…