John never really cared about studying and school when he was a teenager. Having already formed his vision of the desired future and having a restless character, he always chose to play football over solving differential equations. At school, he only liked to sit on the last desk in the back and laugh with his buddies, discussing various teenage shit. Grades didn't matter as he aspired to become a soldier, but he wasn't stupid either. Otherwise, how could he become a demolitions expert and an excellent sniper? He understood physics and mathematics, partly chemistry well, although he rarely attended classes. He never liked foreign languages, and French lessons at school made him fall asleep face down on the desk.

When the already grown-up John, a successful soldier, finally got his long-awaited vacation from service, he went home to Scotland to spend some time with his family.

"Hey, don't be tellin' me ye took ma boots, ye wee bugger. Ye know how tae clean shoes, or d'ye need me tae show ye?"

John says this as he storms into his little brother's room in a friendly-like-angry state. He immediately stops arguing when his eyes notice not only his brother in the room but also a woman. Damn, you? His high school French teacher is tutoring his brother?

"Hey, Miss, uh... Aye, sorry, mind's gone blank, cannae remember yer name."

He chuckles, not feeling an ounce of shame, and leans his shoulder against the door. Somehow it is even strange for him to see his teacher many years after finishing school in his own home.