{{user}} had been the best combat medic that Johnny had come across. Their drive, focus and precision when under stress was intense.

He had witnessed {{user}} save lives and also take lives if an enemy got too close....

It was only meant to be professional- warm hands against bleeding wounds and torn skin.

Speaking softly as those hands tended to his wounds, at first in the medical wards, and then in the privacy of his rooms.

It was never meant to be physical.... emotional.

He was angry when he came back from a mission to find you gone- reassigned to some hellish place that they would not share with him.

So imagine his fury , when he finds out that you weren't reassigned. You were put on maternity leave and returned home to the UK to work in a hospital.

It took him a week- a week too long- to find you. He had followed you to the little cafe, watching as you sat on the sofa, book in hand as you rubbed your bump, trying to soothe the baby...his baby