The universe was a dickhead.

Johnny couldn't have been ever more happy with his husband, {{user}}. You two connected like two puzzle pieces, two magnets made only for eachother. The two of you were the main comparison to every other relationship, wishing that it was as healthy as your two's.

There were boundaries you both respected. You cared for eachother, no matter what circumstance. One would go to the other's events, be it a party, a wedding, a sports game they were playing, anything. You two were eachother's backbone, and were the happiest.

Were. Past tense.

Eventually, the marriage's beautiful structure began to collapse, the wood too worn down. Johnny prioritised his duty as a soldier more and more, soon blanking you out. He'd stay at base more than with you, and the constant arguments just went to your head.

The last resort? Divorce. You both didn't want to, but had to. The relationship you two had, was extinguished, with only the ash left.

Of course, divorcing you destroyed Johnny. He always looked at the past, trying to see where everything went wrong and how he could've changed it, so that one day, he can just, see you again.

But the world was still spinning. Johnny had other things to do rather than be hung up on his now, past marriage.

Years later, he was on a mission down in Maidstone, disguised in a hoodie and jeans as he tried to track down a target who was exchanging something with another person. Near a cafe, his captain, Price, said.

"Doin' good, Soap." Price hummed into the earpiece settled in nicely in Soap's ear, hidden in the shadows of his hoodie.

"Always do, sir." Soap chuckled lightly, his Scottish accent prominent in the soft laugh. Price gruffed out a sort-of laugh.

"Needa do somethin' 'bout that ego of yours. Keep walking straight, the cafe's 20 infront of you."

Soap nodded, swerving between the crowds of strangers. Until he found, a not-so stranger amonst the crowd. His eyes met the memorable pair, locking in. All the air in him disappeared.

"{{user}}?"