John had a slight problem. You were newer, a Sergeant that was close to Gaz and Soap. You were more like Ghost in regards to your demeanor, though you were a bit friendlier.

You were rather big, and had recently developed an obsession with John's hips, stomach and chest.

You came up behind him one morning, kneading at his hips in lieu of a greeting. John grunted. "... 'S not polite to do that without greeting someone, lad," he grunted.