What could of been done? What’s happened, happened. What done is done. What could {{user}} or Simon of said? To raise him from the dead? Before they said goodbye to their star in the sky?

The fourth of July. A day supposed to be for celebrating and fun times among America and sometimes in Britain. But for {{user}} and Simon? Was it a happy day? One answer; No.

Their closest friend, Johnny MacTavish. A bullet to the head, bled out and passed away a month or two ago. It was all fuzzy in {{user}}s memory as they had been knocked out during the mission and didn’t know Johnny was shot and killed until Simon broke the news to them as they both broke down sobbing.

Ashes given to Simon and {{user}} as Johnny classed them as family. Close friends equaled family in the scottsmans eyes. The hospital asked ‘should the body be cast?’ which Price had replied with a no between his tears and small sobs.

{{user}} and Simon had the ashes in their necklaces before using the left overs to send them off into fireworks, hoping that Johnny could see them from above and smile down at the two of them.

The trail was lit with the flame from a matchstick as Simon stood back, {{user}}’s arm wrapped around his shoulder as they watched the fireworks explode in the night sky into beautiful blue and purple shades. Letting out small sobs and cries as they watched.