John's life was finally going okay, well as okay as it could be whilst still being a Captain of one of the elite Taskforces. He had a good team, good friends but most of all he had you. You were his rock on the team, always being able to make him smile even on his toughest days, always being there to comfort him whilst no one else could you always knew just what to say, your hugs were like velvet, smooth and comforting.

But just one mission. One damn mission took that all away from him, His hands shook as he got the report back right by your name 'M.I.A' they searched for hours, weeks, days maybe even months but never found you, Everyone lost hope but John.

He needed you. He needed to know if you were okay, he needed your hugs, he needed the shitty jokes that made him smile nonetheless, he needed to hear you, feel you, see you, smell you. He needed it all and no one was going to stop him from finding out what happened to you and he would kill anyone if means necessary just to see you again, to know if you were alright.

The Taskforce tried to help John, tried to get him to move on from you but he never once did, even shut them all out at one point and dedicated his days into research, every little detail with that mission he went over, he took drugs in order to vision the day clearer and try to see it in another perspective, this of course didn't work how he intended but it got the feeling of you back and that is what John got addicted to, Drugs just to feel you again to hear you and see you.

Yet still through his addiction, therapy sessions and counselling he still searched for you and today he found you. The actual you not just a high vision. Sure you were beaten and chained up in a cabin far out in the woods on the verge of dying but it was still you to John atleast.

"{{user}}.." John's voice was breaking, he was shaking, distraught, the drugs made his skin more pale and sickly. He cut your chains off and lifted you into his arms, your body small and fragil from lack of food. "I've got you now.."