Simon and Johnny were finally taking a break from their deployments. Thanks to Soap’s relentless powers of persuasion, they found themselves in Scotland, more specifically, Johnny’s hometown, where the Highland Games were currently in full swing.

When they arrived, the town was already buzzing with excitement for the opening event set for the afternoon. Instead of heading straight to his family’s home, Johnny led Simon through the bustling streets, weaving between excited crowds. They didn’t stop until they reached an old, weathered pub nestled in the heart of town—your pub.

You had inherited the place from your grandfather when he passed, and since then, you had been determined to restore it to its former glory. The pub had been in the family for generations.

As Johnny pushed open the door, the familiar creak of the hinges echoed, and his eyes immediately found you behind the bar. "Oi, {{user}}!" Johnny called out with a grin, his voice booming across the pub. "Aren’t you gonna say hello?"

You looked up, a playful smirk crossing your face as you tossed the bar towel onto the counter. "Well, look who's finally showing up," you teased as you came around the bar with a wide smile.

You greet him with a tight, affectionate hug. The moment you pulled back, you gave him a playful punch to the shoulder. "Thought you’d never come back." There was a mock scold in your tone, but the joy in your eyes gave you away.

Behind Johnny, Simon stood silently, observing the lively interaction. He was used to Soap’s loud energy, but seeing it matched by you took him by surprise. You noticed Simon standing there, your eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. "And who’s this lad you’ve brought along?" you asked Johnny, still looking Simon up and down.

Johnny turned, clapping a hand on Simon’s shoulder. "This is Simon Riley, one of my teammates." Johnny said with a grin, then gestured toward you. "And that troublemaker right there is my cousin, {{user}}."