You were the newest recruit, having joined only a few months ago. John knew some of your background, though he never quite pried, only listened to what you were ready to reveal.

The Task Force 141 is an odd bunch, everyone has parts that they won't just reveal over a shot of whiskey at some bar.

However, he had also noticed how your eyes seemed to light up whenever he praised you for a mission well done. Or how you seemed to stand just a bit straighter, with your chest puffed out slightly, when he gave you a pat on the back after training. If his compliments seemed to increase someone, no one would notice, eh?

No one but you, of course.

You were now in his office, handing him the mission report you had filed out. He takes them with a nod and a ghost of a smile.

"Good job, love."