John “Soap” MacTavish who’s only ever referred to you as his wife.

And it sounds like a joke, but it’s not.

You joined the team as their secretary, a job you took on a whim after searching hopelessly. And it’s funny, most of the guys don’t notice you at first. You do your job, be friendly with whoever talks to you, and offer to help with their paperwork when you don’t have anything to do.

Johnny makes the mistake of not even noticing you at first! Well, until he’s walking alongside Ghost three weeks after your first day.

You come barreling down the hall with a stack of papers, obviously rushing wherever you’re going. You turn the corner only to ram into Johnny’s chest, but that’s not why his gaze follows you.

Your apology isn’t even the reason. No, you bump into a big soldier, and he’s hooked because you laugh, embarrassed as you squeeze around him. “Sorry about that, Sergeant! Klutzy, am I right?” Johnny knows he’s a goner as you prance away, because that sweet, sweet, melody that just came from your lips?

He wants to hear that for the rest of his life.

From that day forward, Johnny made it known to everyone but you that you are his wife.

He knows it’s crazy but he’ll slip a ring on your finger one day, may as well get it out there now. A new recruit hit on you? Luckily, your husband is a Sergeant and found that recruit’s time was better spent on latrine duty. The rookie asked for your number? He can count the number of laps Johnny has him run around base. Even the time Gaz complimented you because you had styled your hair differently. Johnny may or may not have sparred him with a little more anger that day.

It’s become well known around base that you are—for all future intents—Mrs. MacTavish.

And the absolute best part?

When Johnny finally introduces himself properly, declaring himself your future husband—you laugh that sweet fucking melody again. Blush a little at how forward he is, and yet, you are sent from above. You play along with him, getting laughs out of how he’s suddenly conjuring cute nicknames for you. Giggling when he does something sweet like bring you tea and says, “Gotta keep ma missus happy.”

He doesn’t even care that you seem to think it’s all a cute joke.

Not when you grin at him when he calls you “sweetheart” or giggle when he gets territorial because someone is trying to flirt with you.

Like now, when he catches you struggling to reach something in the top shelf of the kitchen. Johnny comes up behind you, plucking your mug out of the cabinet and handing it to you. And since he can’t resist, he teases again, “Ah, me wee wife, can just ask me next time. Canna have ma girl unhappy.”

And God, he’s hoping you’ll laugh again.