hello ! welcome to imagines and drabbles of some of my favourite characters || main blog is milonakosiw, name is shae and im a sucker for soft/angsty moments with my favourite characters ♡ enjoy !
series. imagines. drabbles.
includes characters from — call of duty, red dead redemption ii, avatar: frontiers of pandora, star wars, etc.
john retiring was expected at some point down the line. the rest of the guys had accepted that their captain would finally want what most people wanted; a family, peace, and maybe a cold pint. it was a couple weeks after a mission had finished and that was when john had broke the news.
he was retiring at the end of the year.
as expected, questions rose from the three teammates he had grown to love as brothers. some questions ranging from those of happiness, others of anger. he couldn’t blame them, he established the taskforce. he was the reason they sat together at the common room table, beers in hand, laughing and talking about good times. or the times in the barracks, chatting in the long hours of the night until john had told them to hit the hay.
or the tense atmosphere clouding each member as they sat on the airlift, hands clutching their vests, eyes flickering everywhere in building anticipation. but a quick and brotherly pat to each other's knees would pull them from the spiraling abyss.
they were each other's life lines. four brothers brought together under the impression they were the best of the best. which they were, in john’s eyes. but instead of competition, they built a team, a brotherhood, so deeply ingrained within their morals and memories, you’d swear they knew each other since childhood.
however, what they didn’t expect, was to lose another. not to the lavish luxury of civilian life or to work behind a desk, but to the bittersweet ending they had all accepted in the end. they just didn’t expect it so soon. soap was kia. john having been right in front of him, calling out for his fallen brother as soap had made one last attempt to be a hero.
and he remained one for eternity.
the ceremony was bittersweet, the remaining three standing upon the highlands of scotland. soft breezes tugging and pushing at their jackets as ghost held the plain urn engraved with the initials ‘j.m’. they were quiet, eyes casted down the cliffside.
john found it beautiful, peaceful. just as soap always said. a smile ghosting his lips as he thought back to the scotsmans adamant claims to either marry or be buried on the highlands. john glanced down at the urn in ghosts hand, gaz and his own hand joining ghosts in the last goodbye, his words slipping out with the love of both a brother and captain; rest easy, soldier.