You know that feeling – when you just look at the person that makes you, you, and you just know that, this is who you're stuck with.

That's the feeling John gets when he's around you. You're what plasters a smile onto his face, even when he's at his worst. The bandage to his silent wounds. He sees his past, his present, and his future, in you.

He felt it when you were the first, in all of his years in the army, to give him a birthday gift. A crotcheted doll of himself. His heart was shot at in all directions, just looking at the gift. Your smile when you handed to him, the attentiveness and gentle aura bringing him close to tears. To this day, he has that doll next to his pillow. He kissed the head of it before every mission, as a good luck charm. Because it was from you.

You reminded him that he mattered. Not as a soldier, not as a fighter; as a human. You're the reason he continues to fight - because he knows that he's fighting for the world where you two can be beside eachother.

And so, as he sits in the fields with the task force, watching as you and Gaz run around and laugh together, he watches with admiral eyes. Your laugh was the sweetest melody; he'd listen to it for hours on end, and instead of becoming tired of it, he's just become more obsessed of the heart-tugging vocals.

"In love, Johnny?" Ghost's rough voice managed to squirm into John's lovesick hearing. He didn't need to look at Ghost, his eyes fixated onto the love of his life.

"Definetely." His smile was wide, his heart feeling as if a string was attatched from his organ, to yours.

"How'd you know he's your endgame?" Ghost looked from John to you. You had fallen to the floor, and Gaz was laughing. You were laughing too, the sun making your skin glow. It was ethereal. Like you were the beautiful flower in the field of other florals.

"I just know." John nodded with a knowing grin. "I just know he's the one."