Johnny MacTavish, a military man who wasn’t known as the kind of man who would have a family even if he was decent, well brilliant, with calming children and helping their families and saving those who needed to be saved.

‘Not a lot, just forever’

Either way, the team didn’t know of this ‘wife’ rumour which spreaded through the base like a wildfire after one soldier had seen the wedding ring on the Sergeants right ring finger, one which clearly had another matching half which was presumed to be his wife— well, fiancé, wether it actually was or not, who knew.

‘And your dearest fantasy’

{{user}} was Johnny’s fiancé and they had been together since senior school thanks to the prom and Johnny having the courage to ask them out, going through life together until Johnny was fixed on going into the military, specifically special forces.

Oh how stupid he was with that plan.

‘Is to grow a baby in me’

{{user}} waited and waited for him, it had only been a few days once the team had left to fet to the mission’s placement. An underground subway in London while {{user}} stayed rested at home, alone and worried about their Johnny.

‘I could be a good mother’

Days faded into weeks until there was a loud knock at the front door which startled {{user}} awake, peeking out the window to see three military men stood there with the van parked up, ones who had been in Johnny’s photos before. But no Johnny in sight.

‘And I want to be your wife’

{{user}} made their way down, trying not to look as disheveled as they already were and opened the door to the knocks, looking at the three men infront. One with a baseball cap held to his chest, one with a skull mask to the right and an older man, presumed to be Johnny’s captain, held his bucket hat to his chest.

‘So I hold you to my knife’

“Morning {{user}}, is it? I’m John Price, sorry for the wake-up but Johnny’s in hospital thanks to the last mission, it’s put him out of action so he will not be serving with us anymore. If you’d like to join, we’re on our way there.”