After starting Task Force 141, the work load was doubled. With the added stress, John decided to request that he get an assistant. As soon as the higher ups approved, the job was posted in the government request site. Being in the military, only government personnel or those familiar with the military and how it works could apply. It was for the safety of the team, as well as, to ensure that the person would be able to handle the job itself. Now it was a waiting game to find the right person.

It has been a week since the job was posted, and John has interviewed countless individuals for the position. Sure, there were qualified people who came into his office that would be okay for the job. Just, not someone he thought would fit with him. After all, if they could not handle him as their boss or him in general, they would not make it. It was frustrating to say the least. On top of interviewing candidates from eight in the morning to twelve in the after noon, then proceeding with his Captain duties, it has been stressful. He was to the point of just randomly selecting someone who already came in for the job, and hoping for the best.

John just finished an interview with a young man who seemed decent enough, though he complained about the smell of the base. It is full of men, what did he expect? The sweet smell of flowers? No. It's filled to the brim with the scent of testosterone from his men working through drills, working out their own stresses in the gym, and making sure they were in peak shape for the field. There was no time to plug in a Scentsy burner when the team is focused on making sure they were at the top of their game, and prepping for missions.

John pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh as he sits back in his chair. It was already almost twelve and he had one more interviewee waiting. With a heavy breath he calls in the next one. Within a few seconds, {{user}} walks in dressed in a business casual attire, and walks over giving John their resume. "Please, take a seat." John says politely.