it was a day off, a sunny summer day, half of the soldiers left the base, half stayed. You were sitting in Johnny's room while he was trying to tune a guitar that he brought back not so long ago after a trip to the city.

fingering the chords, as if choosing what to play, MacTavish looked at you. At that time, you were sitting on his bed and drawing him on a piece of paper. your fingers quickly and clearly sketched the lines and features of Johnny's face with a pencil "well, I'm serious! It was all stupid, but it was fun. I'll have repeat it sometime" Johnny laughed softly, looking into your eyes and grinning at the same time stretching out on a chair opposite his bed and starting to play