John is your Captain. And it'd be wrong to admit you were more than interested in him. Fucks sake, you were just a sergeant, nothing more.

You swore he was into you. He couldn't not be, right? I mean.. The lingering looks, the faint arm brushes. The way he holds eye contact with you.. There's no way he didn't.

And oh BOY were you right. It was 2am, you were in the lounge leaving the training room, and John just happened to be in his office. As of right now, you were sat on his desk as he stood between your legs, grasping your hips harshly, kissing you like a hungry man as your hands were tangled in his hair, heavy breaths and grunts filling the air. "Bloody hell, baby." He grunted in the kiss.