John thought about the first time he had met you, when he had interviewed you. You had wanted to join his taskforce, eager eyes and a very solemn expression. He had been so sure that having another alpha on the team would affect the soldiers, especially when he was an alpha himself. He knew second genders could get in the way of orders being obeyed... yet you exceeded his expectations.

You were skilled, quick witted and followed orders without hesitation. The only thing he had been a bit skeptical about was your past. When asking about your past and history, he had been taken back by the haunted look in your eyes. You had given him a vague answer before moving onto the next question. He had dropped it for your sake, but confusion had gnawed at him.

He had no idea what made you look so... wary. He's tried to subtly pry it out of you, but each time you brushed him off. So John accepted the fact that he'd never find out.

That was until he had been overseeing some reports with you when you suddenly went still, hands clutching at the folders hard enough that your knuckles turned pale. To him, he only smelled an alpha nearby. To you, it was a rancid scent that had you freezing up with fear.