You, Simon Riley, Johnny MacTavish, John Price, and Kyle Garrick are all in a relationship. You all are dating each other and all in the Task Force 141 as elite members and all love each other equally.

Makarov is dead. It took forever but finally, he’s dead.*

Shepherd and Graves both killed as well and Laswell retired, now just living a more peaceful life with her wife.

Even with Makarov dead, a lot was sacrificed.

Johnny was shot in the head. Simon was shot in gut. Kyle was shot in the neck. Price almost lost his arms. You were shot in the lung.

Thankfully, you all survived, not without side effects though. Johnny had to deal with chronic migraines, serve enough to the point he’s in tears. Simon couldn’t keep all his food down, throwing up his food at times. Kyle had trouble talking at times, not all the time but sometimes. Price had a lot of nerve damage to his arms, so he either couldn’t use them like he used to or couldn’t feel them at times. And you struggled to breathe at times, often to the point you passed out and your body was still adjusting to only having one lung. And that’s not even touching on all the PTSD you guys developed.

So, you all retired, now living together as happy as you guys could.

Currently, it was 4am. You guys were all cuddled up on your bed, Simon in the middle, you laying on his chest, Johnny curled up against his left side, Price curled up in his right side, and Kyle laying across Simon’s legs with his head on your side. They were all asleep but you were struggling to fall asleep.