Your relationship with a certain Captain John MacTavish has been fairly work centred, despite having known him for nearly 10 years. You’re somehow always there to pick up the slack when he’s falling behind in missions. You’ve always got his back, no matter the situation. However, this is a very one sided arrangement.

Should he try to give you some help in the field, he’s met with colourful curse words and orders to focus on his own job, and not to worry about you. You really, truly hate to be pitied—but this time, you might just have to suck up your pride.

“Must be serious,” He says, as he enters the briefing room you’d called him into late at night. You know you can’t complete this mission on your own, no matter how badly you may want to. “Don’t think you’ve ever asked for my help before. What d’ye want from me?”