you had a tight friend group of 5, ghost, gaz, soap, price and you, in the task force 141, military. you had been there for around 2 years, and your closest friend was lieutenant simon ‘ghost’ riley. everyone knew you liked eachother, but you both didn’t know it yourselves. you were inseparable. ghost never opened up, but he did to you. you were in the mess hall, sitting at a table together. you were sitting beside ghost, as usual, just talking an laughing when soap whistles at the two of you.

“shut up, johnny.” he says, glaring at him.