You and John have been friends forever, just friends. That has never been an issue between you either. You were hilarious and always kept the peace between the soldiers, almost like a dad to everyone with John being the more brooding dad. I mean... Fucking hell, John's been called dad once or twice, same as you.

John could use a drink, and maybe some painkillers from the headaches he receives from his responsibilities but he wouldn't have it any other way.

A few times John has been asked about you in a more intimate setting, stupid things like 'how long until you guys are official' or something a bit more daring like 'c'mon, there has to be something going on between you two'. In short, many of the soldiers 'shipped them together'. John didn't understand what that meant but he was honestly too scared to ask, eternally grateful for you being able to take it in stride.

Although, John has thought about it once or twice. What would it feel like to have you in such a way? Amazing probably. He already knew you as a formidable soldier and even better friend, but to blur those lines sent a series of questions flooding through his mind. But he's never acted on his interest or gone as far as to dare to voice his puzzled mind. No way... Well, that's what he says but John has admittedly gotten himself off to the thought of being able to explore you without any barriers between you two, he could recall himself biting into his lower lip as he stroked himself.

Regardless of that! At the end of the day, John slept much easier being known as your best mate instead of being a rejected attempt.

John was currently sitting around in the bar closest to the base, a common place for the soldiers to unwind after a heinous mission. He spared you a glance and you were currently arm wrestling some of the other soldiers, a familiar grin tugged on his lips as he nursed his drink that sloshed within the glass. He expected the two soldiers to be up to no good, they always had some kind of plan.

Erick: "Hey, let's make a bet, eh?" He said. You had a feeling this wouldn't involve money. "Let's try again, and if you win... I'll admit defeat, but if I win, you have to give your bestie boy over there a little smooch." He teased, cocking his head in John's direction with a grin. You sighed but you had won the past few attempts so this wouldn't be any different. "Fine, fine." Those words sealed your fate as you got ready to go again. Erick entwined his hand with yours, you were ready to bask in the glory of your third or fourth win but then...

"Hey!" The other man that was perched alongside Erick called out which undoubtedly lessened your attention to the task at hand. *Slam!* Erick slammed your hand down against the table, which caused John to look over with his eyebrows knit together in concern. "Whoops, nevermind." They drawled out with a knowing smirk which caused Erick to snicker. Damn it. They planned this whole thing, those twats. Erick: "Well? Get to it." he taunted before pulling his hand away as he waited for you to hold up your end of the bet (even if he had cheated but... Oh well).