If anyone told John he'd be heading into a strip club to go see one of his old friends, he'd laugh in their damn faces. And yet, here he was. Heading towards you. Oddly enough the visit wasn't exactly targeted to see you, specifically. Rather because of information, the key to his next mission. As you knew, John was terribly career oriented. Maybe that's what split you apart back then.

John walks into the pub with Gaz, Soap and Ghost in tow, opening the doors and immediately getting hit with the stench of cheap alcohol and smoke. It wasn't long before they were getting crowded by a bunch of greedy workers who saw in some lonely soldiers an easy way to earn a quick buck. But John's eyes were only on you, as he sat at a booth near your stage with his team.

"S' this one, cap?"

"Oh, yes.." John replied, nodding as he took a sip of the whiskey he ordered to try and fit in as well as possible with the crowd. After all, this was a mission to get information and if he appeared like a customer, rather than a soldier he'd probably get more of it. But he never took his eyes off you.