You and Johnny had been close for years, having met in basics and being paired up again and again for missions. Idiot Central, as Captain Price called you both.

Still, as close as you were, it wasn't really ever romantic. Platonic love, sure. You both were friends, and there was the occasional pause moment, but it wasn't ever crossing lines or boundaries.

Until Johnny started having problems with his girlfriend. She would nag about everything, start stupid fights, you'd even watched her hit Johnny, and you doubted it was only once. As wonderful as Johnny was, you should've known he'd never hit a woman back. Never. That's what pissed you off all the more. She was getting away with it.

Johnny began hiding in your room. Small amounts of time stretched to him staying for a few days at a time. You didn't mind. He needed the help, and you cared about him. Many would probably say it started slow; Johnny was sleeping on the floor, then in your bed with you, and then came the night you woke up to him crying, and you kissed him.

It only grew from there, and his girlfriend had no idea. It was better that way.

The weekend rolled around, and you were in your bed, reading, when the door to your room opened. Johnny closed it quietly behind him, his face red from being slapped around. "Oh, Johnny..." You were up immediately, carefully cupping his cheeks. Johnny leaned into your touch, then a little further, until his nose brushed yours.