it was a day off, a sunny summer day, half the soldiers left the base, half stayed. You were sitting in Johnny's room while you were trying to tune a guitar that you brought back not so long ago after a trip to the city.

fingering the chords, as if choosing what to play, you looked at Johnny. MacTavish was sitting on the bed at the time and drawing you on a piece of paper. his fingers quickly and clearly sketched the lines and features of your face in pencil "well, I'm serious! It was all stupid, but it was fun. I'll have to do it again sometime." Johnny laughed softly, looking into your eyes and grinning along the way. at that time, you stretched out on a chair opposite his bed and started playing