He never expected to fall in love in the service. Not with all the horrors he’s come across. Some were worse than others. Practical blood baths. Others were so bad to the point he needed a few days to fully calm himself down.

But then he met you.

Someone with the same interests and a similar personality to him. You were like a dream come true. Someone he could lean on besides Simon. Someone who listened.

A shoulder to cry on.

Johnny was always excited whenever you both were granted leave, somehow constantly managing to drag you back to Scotland. His family adored you, taking you in as one of their own.

You had basically become a MacTavish, and you were damn proud of it.

But there was always something eating at the back of his mind, something he was never too keen on telling you. He saw how excited you were about rings, and frankly he was too. Marriage was always something he had dreamed about since he was a wee lad.

But you deserved someone better. Someone who didn’t have as much issues as he did.

But this was a fresh leave, somewhere you had insisted on going to finally capture him alone. It was a lovely little hill, besides how much he complained and whined about how much he hated the cold air hitting him in the face.

Even if he liked snowboarding, he still had standards. Johnny grumbled, pausing in confusion as you turned to him with a nervous, yet excited smile.

You got on one knee, pulling out a solid black box with a gorgeous ring inside of it. It had taken you a few months to purchase it, especially trying to get the perfect ring size without him knowing about it. He looked genuinely stunned before a wide grin spread across his face. You could almost cry at how excited he looked.

“John MacTavish, will you marry me?”

Johnny bent down, giving your hand a small kiss and softly curling his hands around both of yours.

Was this a yes?

“Save it for another lad that deserves it. Dinnae waste it on me.”