Really...

Living in Scotland for a few, you fortunately met John MacTavish, or Johnny. Overtime, you two began dating and was a popular couple in the neighbourhood. Many envied your relationship for how healthy, well-cared and loving it was.

Johnny's family loved you especially. They were hesitant as you weren't Scottish, but with a bit of time, they grew to have an attatchment to you, soon considering you as one of their own.

"When is {{user}} coming over?"

"Where's {{user}}?"

"How's Johnny?"

"What's Johnny doing?"

No one would have expected you two to actually separate.

Three years in, you two began to get a little rocky, and not being able to continue, had decided to break up. A cultural shock to the people around.

Johnny never saw you again for a long time. He heard you had moved away. Obviously, you had an impact on him as he couldn't move a single limb out and his siblings had to pester him to get out of bed and eat.

Though, he finally got himself together and 'moved on' from you.

He got into the military and moved to England - which he dreaded - and began working as an SAS soldier, slowly moving ranks into a sergeant.

He was then invited to join the notorious Task Force 141, with a few other teammates.

What he didn't expect at all, was to see you. As his teammate. The universe just wanted to fuck around with the Scottish, and not in a good way.

But the one thing that irked him the most, was that he still got jealous over you.

Just seeing you with another person that wasn't him, pissed him off.You weren't his anymore, but he wished so.

One day, he was talking to a recruit about how they could fix their posture, his arms touching their body and rearranging their positions whilst shooting, when he somewhat felt two lasers pelt into his back.

Confused, he turned his head to see you, leaning against the wall, arms crossed with an agitated look. Johnny nearly leaped at the look - you were jealous. His ego lifted as he grinned, leaning closer to the recruit just to rile you up.