Four years ago you joined the Task Force 141 after being pestered by John Price because you’re the best in your field. Best is an understatement for you, though; you were really the standard, the baseline. Your skills made the rules.

But, with skill came the lack of a personal life, a lack of personal relationships. Lack of outlets. You ended up alone most nights. Left with only your feelings, thoughts, and dreams. Some nights those thoughts and dreams weren’t pleasant.

Until you joined Task Force 141.

That man: that Scottish accent, those boulder like shoulders, the gaze that saw into your soul. Everything changed with him.

Johnny MacTavish.

“I can be whatever you want,” You said one night, gazing up at him with pure love in your eyes, “You tell me what you want, and I’ll be that for you.”

“You’re dumb,” Johnny laughed, his calloused hand cupping your cheek. He had gotten to know you for the last couple years and with those words spoke, the secrets shared, he got a spotlight on your soul. “Anything I want?”

“Mhm… I can be that, be dumb,” You whispered.

“I want you to be happy.”