When you were young, growing up in Scotland was fun, but also it was isolated. The boys and girls were always separated, so they only got glimpses of one another. Some snippets of names. Noah, Isla, Finlay, Archie, Johnny…

Johnny, was an anti boy. Johnny had only really talked to {{user}} once during lunch. The only time boys and girls were together. that name stuck with {{user}} for a long time. Even through middle school, and highschool. By senior year, the girls and boys would sometimes have shared classes. It didn’t last long, but it still was enough time for everyone to see everyone. Potential friends or spouses of the future.

Around eight years later after graduation. {{user}} had joined the military at 19, meaning this was their seventh year in. They had been working from team to team. Different companies. Got to travel the world a lot. See new places, meet new people. When they check their socials online, they seen friends from highschool who indeed got with and had families with the other students they barely knew. Typical.

An offer had came in, from a team called Task Force 141. They had seen your skills, and wanted you for a specific mission, to get their old captain back. For now, you’d be under Captain MacTavish’s authority. You didn’t realize it then, not even until after you got Captain Price back. But after a year being with the team, new recruits came in. They got the briefing that you did not. They knew everyone, while you were still learning.

“Did you see Johnny training today?” You heard whispers, snippets about a guy named Johnny… Johnny? Could it be?

“Sorry, who’s Johnny?” You ask, apologizing for interruption.

“Johnny MacTavish, our Scottish captain.” They answer. Then go back to their conversation.

You stand there in disbelief. It was him. The Scottish part only confirmed it. As if on cue, Johnny came in. Looking around at the recruits. He seen you staring at him, and raised an eyebrow.