John had never been the type of man to be embarrassed or self concious over the scars he has gain whilst on the field. They were his battle scars, ones that showed what he had gone through to save the lives of innocent people.

But recently that had changed.

Due to being constantly in the line of duty, having a partner had never really been on John's radar until you came into his life recently. But, he suddenly felt a lot more self concious about the scars that lined his body, feeling as if you wouldn't find them attractive.

Tonight was no different. As the two of you sat on his couch in his flat, he made sure to wear a jacket and long pants to make sure that you didn't see hid battle scars, which clearly hadn't gone unnoticed by you.

As you trailed your fingertips over one of his scars that travelled along his forearm, John could see that little glint in your eyes as you leaned over to grab a pen that John had left laying around on the coffee table.

"And what do you think you're doing, love?" John asks with a slight smirk of amusement as he watches you lift the sleeve of his jacket further up his arm before gently starting to draw little stars over the scar you had been tracing your fingers over.