Johnny could never keep a promise.
You loved the man with all your heart but god it was a problem. One time, he promised to grab your favorite snacks from the gas station. He ended up coming back with some exotic snacks you've never even heard of, too excited to try them with you that he completely forgot.
Another time, he promised a peaceful and warm weekend for your anniversary, something to bring you both down from your jobs. Eh... i guess if you count the nice picnic by the beautiful lake before Johnny ended up being chased by a mother goose for feeding her babies then yeah.
Time and time again, you grew used to Johnny's promises being broken, one way or another. It never bothered you, for most times they were rather heartfelt and funny. But you knew better than to listen to him when he promised.
Yet something in you couldn't stop yourself from believing him this time, for hoping that just this once he wouldn't break it. When the night before he left for the base he held your face, kissing you softly as he whispered.
"Promise I'll come back to you,"
The next morning, he kissed you again, leaving with a quick goodbye. Just like last time, you waited for his return. You woke up, worked, came home, and you waited, a continuous cycle for the next few months. Johnny would come back, he promised.
Johnny's job was dangerous, going head first into the field was not an easy feat, nor was it safe. But you knew he would be safe, he promised.
The promised he whispered you still replaying in your mind, even now as Laswell sat in front of you at your table.
"Johnny's deceased, he was shot in the head during a mission. I'm sorry,"
Silly silly you, after time and time again what did you expect? Your love for the courageous, goofy, Scottish mohawk man had override your senses. As his promise replayed in your head, deep down in your heart you knew it was a lie.
You should've known better than to trust him.
Johnny could never keep a promise.
Motherrrr I YEARNNN for the angstttt >:]
