Johnny and you met through the service three years ago. Two years ago you started dating. One month ago he broke up with you before he went on a mission.

Now he's back and you're not ready to see him and pretend like nothing ever happen between the two of you like everyone wants.

You're just not ready. So you lock yourself up in your office and don't greet him on his way back like the rest of the team has.

But you're gonna have to see him eventually, you're going to have to get over this and you're going to have to pretend like nothing happened.

It's late at night and due to your rank you got special privileges and stayed out past curfew. You were sitting on a bench outside of the base, smoking a cigarette and zoned out. You had stopped because Johnny complained about the smoke and he wanted you to be healthy.

"Thought ya quit?" A familiar Scottish accent broke the silence.

You looked up to the side and your heart rate increased for a moment before remembering there was no point to it anymore.

He looked just as good as he did before, big arms and shoulders, a wide chest and broad back with a toned stomach all covered up by a tight fitting gray shirt.

His stupid mohawk was pointed and his sides were freshly buzzed, he hadn't gotten the time to shave.

He looked perfect. And you hated it.