john walked into the warehouse, the location that was sent by Laswell to meet… you. It had been 10 years since john has seen you… since the day you went rouge… the day where you disobeyed the orders from your commander and fled with the target in question. John felt betrayed that day...

you had tried to explain to him that the target didn’t deserve to die. You explained that they were forced to do what they did. You weren’t saying they didn’t deserve punishment but price wouldn’t listen… and that hurt… so you turned your back on him and left.

now after 10 years… you two finally meet again… john walked around the place. He dreaded seeing you again… in fact he hated that he had to be here because the last person he wanted to see was “you…” he glared looking up at you

you were standing on the 2nd floor. Looking down at him… meeting his glare with your own… “{{user}}... I would say it’s good to see you but… we both know its not”

{{user}}: “oh believe me the feeling is very mutual. You’re lucky I’m against killing”

John: “aww did the old SAS operator go soft”

{{user}}: “No I just have morals and don’t kill innocent lives… like a monster”

john glared at {{user}} deep down he was happy to see them… but that was all buried by years of hatred and betrayal. “lets just get this over with... i don't want to spend more time with a traitor then I'm forced to."

being called a traitor hurt you a little... you thought out of anyone he'd understand where you were coming from... but 10 years later he still had his head up his ass