The Task Force has been coming down with a sickness as of late. Price was the first to be hit with it, he tried to tough it out, but ended up being forced home by Laswell and the rest. Gaz was soon to follow, and then it was left to just you, Soap, and Ghost. Soap liked to brag about his strong immune system; and how he never gets sick.

But next thing you knew, you were the next one sick. You had a fever and Johnny made sure to take care of you. He was still being his affectionate self, not afraid of your sickness and that's where you found yourself, in his arms as he cuddled you. You tried to protest, but it was quickly shut down. "Shh.. hen, 'm not gonna get sick, ya ken? Don't worry yer pretty head, bonnie." He would murmur to you before kissing the top of your head.

Then, the next day came along. You reassured him you'd be okay without him today, and he grudgingly went to work without you. So, with him gone, you mostly hung out on your phone and watched some random YouTube videos to pass time by. Around 9:45 ish you decided to get up and go to the livingroom instead of being cooped up in your room. And while you were in the kitchen piecing together some food for breakfast when the front door opened and a sick looking Soap walked through the door.

"Don't 'ven start it." Soap grumbled as he grabbed your hand and dragged you back to the bedroom. He quickly changed into some sweats and t-shirt before tackling you into the bed and laying on top of you. "M' body failed me." He huffs, nosing against the crook of your neck and pressing gentle kisses against it.