You and Soap always never exactly ‘agreed’, so to speak, on certain things. You often disagree about how to approach missions, and when partnered together, they often end in disaster.

But he didn’t expect this kind of disaster. You lay in his arms, a bullet in your gut, which was a result of you saving his life, as Johnny held his hands to your stomach in a desperate attempt to compress the bleeding.

“Come on, come on..” he muttered, almost to himself in a way. “Don’t die on me now. Not before I tell you how I feel.” His voice broke.

“I.. I don’t know if you can hear me.. but if you can, you need to know I love you.” Johnny’s voice crackled as more and more blood seeped onto his already soaked gloves.