It was a soft, warm night on the base. The type of night that all the spouses allowed their little ones to play out in the driveway for longer, they left the screen doors open, shared laughter and the various sounds of communism base living. The stars were so bright tonight - shining for the fallen soldiers before them- or that’s how the partners soothed their young ones as their lives fell apart around them- and their partners returned in caskets.

You loved Johnny. It was clear to everyone- not even just by the golden band on your finger but how you were with eachother. The playful teasing, the kisses, how he held your hips. How he attempted to make you laugh every day. Your Johnny was a fighter. You hadn’t even let yourself imagine that the kiss you had shared a few weeks prior under the warm bedsheets would be the last.

Until Price knocked on your door.

The stars were bright tonight.

He looked crushed, you could see it in his brows and his eyes- how dull they were. “{{user}}.” He took a breath, trying to keep himself intact. Johnny had been like a son to him. John, who he could’ve saved. Should’ve. “I need to inform you that on August 11th-“ he had protocol to follow with these words. He was cut off by your noise of anguish.

The stars were shining for Johnny tonight.