johnny ‘soap’ mactavish who loves the fuck out of you, calling you his bonnie lass, the sweetest fucken thing in his world. he couldn’t imagine a world without you, he had all the intention in the world to pop a ring when you both went on leave together.
tf141 hadn’t ever seen mactavish so down bad, he was always a bit of a flirt but never really committed. not until you at least.
suddenly, he had a picture of in his pocket. he talked about all of your favorite things, how absolutely breathtaking you were, and everything in between. his eyes sparkled whenever you were the topic of conversation. it was a goddamn understatement when people called you the light of johnny mactavish’s life. everyone knew it. it was only a matter of time before you had that bloody ring on your finger. he just needed to get back.
so when the news finally reached you that johnny had been killed in action, you find yourself sitting in his room, packing up his belongings and sneaking some things for yourself. however, when you find the red velvet box in between his mattress with the most romantic ring you’ve ever seen, your body simply curls up on his bed as sobs wracked your throat.
god fucking damnit, johnny.
