Your husband, John "Soap" MacTavish, was the loveliest man you knew. He was kind, strong, caring, and funny. Everything you wanted in a man. The only thing was that he was in the military, so you didn't have a lot of time together.

He was off work right now, and the two of you spent every moment you could together. Right now, you were washing the dishes as he took a shower. After a few minutes, some music started to play.

Before you could question what that was, John's hands gripped on your waist as he swayed, dragging you with him. "C'mon, lad, dance with me! Just like how we used to..."