Johnny had to admit, you both weren’t really getting along on this mission. Previously, the two of you had always been at each other’s throats. You both had always been competitive, striving to be better than the other.

He just didn’t think you’d go this far.

Johnny was deep in the building’s vent system when you came onto the comms. The team consisted of the two of you, with you as a sniper from afar to scout for any dangers that Johnny would need to know about.

You’d been mindlessly flicking through channels on your radio, knowing that the perimeter was secured and that Johnny was stealthy, when you heard a conversation on a station you probably shouldn’t have been on.

“Perímetro despejado, amigo. ¿listo?”

“Sí, sí, haz arder a esa perra. Siempre odié ese edificio.”

Now, your Spanish had gotten a little rusty since your Duolingo days, but you could grasp that they wanted to burn something. A building. Why would they do that? And what building–

Fuck.

And then you were cursing on Soap’s channel, urging him to “get his ass outta that building, Soap, before I come down there and pull ya out myself”.

Johnny stopped crawling, breathing heavy in the tight vent.

“Fuck did ya just say to me?”

“There is a live-fucking-wire in that building, Soap. Get your ass out now! I don’t know when the hell it’ll blow, but they were pretty tired of dealing with it.”

“They? What?” Soap questioned, but made his way out the building in a panic. He trusted you enough, and you had sounded so convincing that he actually had begun to think he was going to die without taking you out at least once.

But he made it out– without the intel– alive. And the building still didn’t explode. And Johnny had never looked more pissed as he stormed to where you were lying on the ground with your rifle.

“The fuck are ya playin’ at, hm? Tryin’ to get Price to promote ya or somethin’, ya downright twat? I swear to all fuck if that building doesn’t burn to the ground right this very fucking second, I’m goin’ to exfil alone, motherfucker."