You didn't think you would meet again. Bullets whistled over your head, and you clutched the hot Kalashnikov assault rifle in your hands. You'd been hit, in the thigh, and it hurt to move, so you gave your squad and Farah's men time to escape, holding off the enemy. John's blue eyes met yours and he immediately ran towards you, not even thinking about the crossfire. He was happy to see you, despite the past, but that's for now.

"Hold on, lass."