He met you many times. Every time you've been on the other side of the barricade from John and it hurts. You both knew each other, because as soon as you entered the SAS, you were partners during some tasks in the military camp. Not that you and John were ever friends or anything, but you were...on the same side.

He always felt a special hatred for you whenever he failed to kill you every time. Some subconscious rage made his hands tremble with the desire to take revenge on you. Although John understands that he has nothing to take revenge for, you have not done anything wrong to him personally. He is simply tormented by the fact that you became his enemy and many years ago he did not notice what you really are - a rat, without honor and conscience, who works only for money.

Today everything has changed. You had nowhere to run - John was following you. Cornered, alone, without your team you can't beat him in a fight - he's just stronger and more skillful.

John delivers a few final blows while sitting on top of you and then pulls out a knife. Breathing is heavy and uneven, adrenaline runs through his veins and he doesn't even feel how his wounded face, broken rib and several cuts on his body hurt after your fight. He looks at the body below him - you're not even fighting anymore, you're just waiting for the end. John freezes, tightens his grip on the handle of the knife and... doesn't move.

"God damnit."

He curses loudly as he gets off of you. John is ashamed of himself, he can't finish you, he just can't. Turning to you for the last time, he sees that you will die anyway - there are too many wounds on your body.

"I will inform yer team where tae look for yer body. Ye lived like a focking rat, maybe at least ye will be buried like a proper soldier."

He says this apathetically. This fight drained him of all emotions and even hatred towards you. It's somehow so empty inside his head.