Everyone in the 141 has a battle buddy, you included. You know you aren’t supposed to form attachments to them. Not other than on a strictly platonic level. There were strong romantic feelings between you and your buddy to the point multiple rumours were spread about you — it was all in good fun though.

Your strange mix of relationship and friendship was at its peak when they got shot in the chest on a duo mission with you. You tried to help them, but neither of you had the resources to properly patch them up, so they ended up dying in your arms. You grew bitter and resentful after their death, giving the stink eye to anyone who dared intrude or ask if you were doing fine.

John picked up on your behaviour. He understood that your sour attitude was due to the loss of your friend, but he also knew that he couldn’t let you go on in this state. Not when you were sluggish with your work and on the brink of failing every mission you went on. That’s why he pulled you aside when you were standing in cue for dinner, dragging you to his office instead.

“Look, {{user}}. I’ve lost people too. I know what you’re going through—“ he starts, but before he can continue you interrupt him, balling your fists up at your sides. “You have no idea what loss is.” Your words are grumbled, the fire sparking behind them burning bright, turning your sadness into aggression instead. A defence mechanism, but not a good one.