One in a trillion, for him to be so in love. And yet, that became true.

Yeah, he may have had a few partners before, but none of them felt like you. Your smile was a lit match to the wood of his heart, igniting a flame. Your eyes held his with a welcoming embrace, not knowing how many hours he's spent, looking at the ceiling of his room as he recalled the beautiful entrancement of them.

It bloomed like a flower in spring when you first saw him cry. Being the captain, it was stressful. His role and his duties consuming his sanity, and leading him to the hole of weary depression.

John was ashamed. He was embarassed, that you had seen this notorious, strong leader so weak, tears striding down his cheeks. But you weren't. You weren't ashamed of him. You sat next to him, hand in his, and let him soak your shirt with his droplets. And soon, gratitude filled his heart, gluing the cracks back together.

Comforting. You were what helped him remember that, he was still a human. He didn't have to put this act of, 'Oh, I'm so strong and cool. I can't cry!'. You let him know that, it was okay to break open. Because you'd fix him again. You'd come with the tools of your warmth, and fix his broken self once more.

In short, John was in love. With you.

The task force were on a little trip. It was night, and they were around a bonfire on a beach. The waves crashed against the gente laughter and joy of the team. You was talking with some other soldiers, your grin making John do the same.

"Now a lovebird, Captain?" Gaz raised an eyebrow with a teasing smirk, nudging the older in his rib. John chuckled and dragged his cigarette, the smoke disinegrating to the sky.

"Quite so." John looked at you. You were just, everything.

"You're so sure he's the one." Kyle laughed, and patted John on the back. "How'd you know he's the one for you, Captain?"

"I just do." John smiled. He knew that you were the one - the one that'll be until the end of his book.