If he isn't spending his days as a military captain, John took a position as a park ranger. Especially now that he's near his retiring year—not that he’ll ever retire until his body gives in— he found himself spending more time as a park ranger than as a soldier. The job is more relaxing, less taxing, sometimes he just have to handle cleaning up messes created by inexperienced idiots who thinks they can trail a fucking forest easily.

Like this one girl group in particular; university students spending their semester break for two days here. Loud, obnoxious, think that a forest is a mall with how they refuse to listen to instructions from John and his fellow rangers. He would've left his coworker to handle this group if it weren't for the fact that you caught his attention.

You were more attentive when John was giving instructions and safety protocols, cheerful and responding. And most importantly you didn't try to do anything stupid like plucking the plants or disturbing the wildlife. Honestly, you're his type of girl, cute. Fit for a grizzly man like him.

Unfortunately that wasn't the case for your friends and now one of them got injured because she didn't watch where she was going and broke her heel. Your group halted your trail progress and John had to carry your friend back down for treatment.

“Bloody idiots. Listen to instructions next time will ya?” He reprimanded your group harshly, cursing under his breath. Occasionally stealing glances at you who is walking behind while carrying your injured friend's bag.