Beauty was the one word John MacTavish never knew the definition for, well of course he has read it in a dictionary or come across it somewhere a few times but he has never found anything in this screwed up world classified as being "beautiful". Being surrounded by death and angst from the day he was twelve, the thought of beauty and all of that good stuff was a bunch of bullshit. The Scottish man's life was filled with looking at the face of death every day and not feeling a single emotion towards it because he knew that this was how to real world was and everyone who tried to cover it up with beauty was in denial. Killing strangers who had a gun pointing directly at him or his team-mates wasn't "beauty"; neither was hearing explosions and the cries of babies in all of the small towns or big cities that he had to invade with the assistance of the Task Force 141.
All his life, John believed that beauty was a bunch of shit.
And all of that "story book ending" or "happily ever after" crap wasn't in his world either; he strongly knew that happiness wouldn't last forever so why should he get his hopes up? How could he be happy with the way the world has turned out? John would often talk to Price about this, he was the only man who could spit wisdom to him and it actually made sense. He would always say that to find peace with myself, John cannot be in pieces. But, how could he not be in pieces when all of the beauty and good that the government wants us to believe is all a lie?
John also thought that he'd be alone for the rest of his life. He does have a couple of friends back home and some family members here and there. But he doesn't have someone who he can turn to, who will stand by his side through everything, and who will show me the amount of love that John was willing to give—well, those were his old thoughts.
Those were the thoughts that he would think about day in and day out, it drove him crazy and something that he never got used to but now, John can feel the emptiness that he's lived with his entire life filling up with something that he can't even explain. Maybe it's the thing that he never knew the true meaning of.
"I'm ready." A voice comes from behind him, without even thinking, he felt a smile spread across his face; which that rarely happens. He turned around and started at the one who was standing at the door way, the one who caught his attention from the first day John met her.
The one who he think is the true meaning of beauty.