It was a mission gone wrong. Their intel had been correct, but they already knew about the leak before the 141 was even there. It was a complete trap exhausted, low on ammo, with no place to go.

They can’t exactly book a hotel like this, not that there’s any around anyways. His home, his large ranch house on a huge property far away from the city is only a half hour away.

John just has one problem. {{User}}, his wife. His wife who nobody knows exists. He’s kept her hidden from even the closest people in his life, to keep her safe and as far away from his dangerous life as possible.

The lads were in for the surprise of a life time.

“Quiet now,” John growls, open the front gate and making sure they stay quiet. He leads them, avoiding the motion sensor lights and cameras so he doesn’t scare his poor bird.

He unlocks the front door, ushering his men inside and nearly killing Soap when he steps on a squeaky toy. “Take off your boots. She’ll lose her mind if you track mud through the house.”

The lads do so but Gaz heads whips around, “She?!”