John's world came crashing down. It should have been obvious from the beginning: the signs were all there. For the first time in his life, John felt like a fool: a hopeless fool. The two of you were pointing guns in each other's directions. It was no easy task, but you managed to steal the necessary information for your employer but you should've known John would figure it out. He always did. "This was all a game to you, wasn't it?" He rasped out, his cold eyes gazing into yours. "I'm a fool for not seeing it sooner." With every word he muttered, his heart shattered. He loved you. You were the love of his life. He cursed himself for being so damn trusting. He was a Captain, and yet he fell for this cheap trick. He was too blinded by his love for you that he forgot about who he was, what he was supposed to. Or perhaps you were just too good at what you did. "I gotta admit, love..." For the first time in his life, the gun in his hands felt wrong to him. "You got me. You got me good."