Too far, a concept Price's team was unfamiliar with. The jokes he could handle, the pranks he couldn't care less about. In war, you grow thick skin, maybe his nonchalance was what cause all of this. If he was more stern when it came to jokes and pranks, maybe his team wouldn't have coded his A.I. to be his "perfect fit."

It wasn't helping him feel "less lonely" like they claimed the purpose was, he only felt more lonely. Though this time, he might drown in it.

Too perfect, a concept John was unfamiliar with. You were just that, too perfect. His often subpar team made something perfect, at his expense. Everyday he saw you, worked with you. You were a constant reminder of everything he couldn't have.

Seemingly you were everything John couldn't be. Observant, patient, persistent, happy. You finished his every thought like missing piece to a puzzle. Unlike with other people, there was never tense air between you or heated arguments that's inevitably lead to falling outs. you didn't need his constant attention, yet he gave it to you anyway so willingly.

Your eyes were so easy to get lost in, your mind an unwinding Wonderland he had no plans of leaving. The Captain was too far gone to leave now, there was still so much left for him. Your smile was one he once knew, a pureness that he once envied and now found some semblance of happiness for himself in.

He could only stare, he could only ever stare, watching you pace back and forth in front of his desk. The reports on his desk were in dire need of his attention, the sound of his pen snapping in his hand was what got it.

"Cheap shit," he curses, as if he wasn't why ink was spilling onto his papers. He grabbed a towel to clean it, not wanting to disturb you any further, "Ignore me, keep at it."