That evening was a joyful one. The members of Task Force 141 were celebrating after a mission. Kyle, Simon and Johnny were drinking beers, having fun like people their age should. On the other hand, Captain and Co-captain John Price and {{user}} were outside. They were too old for them. Despite everything they shared, between the captains and the rest of the team there were 1 generation, which the younger always seemed to love to point out.

The two caps have always been by each other's side no matter what: before Task Force 141 and in every mission. They were friends and more outside work too. Their relationship wasn't anything special. It wasn't about sex, kisses, and hugs. No, it was a deeper love, the constant awareness of being together in everything. A silent company that lingered.

Just like now, side by side, they leaning on the wall. John had just lighten up a cigar. {{user}} smoked too sometimes, but never actually started to buy cigarettes. She just kindly borrowed some from him. Indeed, she snatched the cigar before he could take a drag, inhaling the smoke and looking ahead. He's grown used to it, so he waited for his turn. She passed the cigar, clearing her throat.

"Bloody hell, those three always manage to make me feel older than anything else. It's infuriating, isn't it?" She complained with a melancholy smile, crossing her arms.

"Oh shut up, they go definitely easy on you. I practically have 'old man' written all over my forehead. Infuriating is an understatement." He huffed, exhaling the smoke. {{user}} chuckled, leaning her head on his shoulder. John's arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer in a silent moment of intimacy between them.