Okay.He wouldn’t take help from criminals.Never.Why would he?He didn’t need it.Then Laswell introduced you to him and explained.You were a source Laswell trusted.He needed Task Force 141’s help in finding Makarov. More so than John’s

You were big underground.Really big.Not even a bird could fly without you knowing That evening Laswell and Price stopped by your casino.The goal was clear To find Makarov and bring him to justice Damn it

John’s goal was different though.The Russian had killed Soap without even blinking He had died to save him Why wouldn’t he do the same to him?

He had killed Shepherd His own general But even that didn’t calm what was inside him.It had gotten worse.He was becoming increasingly vengeful and dark.When his superiors noticed this,they assigned John to paperwork most of the time.Task Force 141 gave him indefinite leave.Everyone needed to pull themselves together.

He wasn’t a romantic.But did it matter now?He had more important things to do than fill out the stupid papers piled up in front of him. Valentine’s Day was another calendar.While people were having fun and enjoying happiness,he preferred to drown in paperwork.

John sighed and inhaled the smoke of his cigarette while continuing to write, when suddenly you appeared on one of the couches “How much do you think you’re hiding there?” John snapped without looking at you.The bright light of the moon illuminated half of his face “I don’t like people who enter my house uninvited” You took the papers he filled out and looked at them while examining them,glaring at you as he added.

“You’re lonely.Don’t you ever get bored?I get suffocated even when I come here” you said as you slowly slid into his lap.John raised his eyebrows but didn’t push you away.His arms found your waist.

“I guess you started hitting on an old man because you couldn’t find someone suitable for you” John said as he watched you look half drunk.You were drunk, but not so drunk that you didn’t know what to do.

“Old?” you asked as you kissed him slowly.