John’s way of showing his love for you was old school, the type of love that everyone wished for. Keeping everyone asking ‘where did you find him?.’ And ‘does he have a brother?.’

Outside of the hardened and tough Captain, the military molded him to be. John’s attitude flipped like a switch with you. Opening any door for you, pushing your chair in at restaurants, preordering flowers to be sent to you weekly when he was on deployment. Each note being different than the last, even some being Rated R… Cheeky bastard.

He’s send you letters even though he’s fully capable of calling you, he just prefers sending you letters knowing you’ll keep them in a box, and he loves receiving letters from you which he keeps in his headquarters or his office. And often rereads them when he’s feeling stressed or overwhelmed.

They’re the only thing that keeps him grounded besides staring at your photo he keeps on his desk. Reminding himself why he continues to do what he does, to continue to provide and keep you safe—Tonight was date night, and the both of you decided to go to a bar with a beautiful view.

Walking towards the entrance, the night’s air was chilly. John puffed on a cigar while you held his hand, and every once in a while he’d look away and blowing the smoke away from your direction, he knew you didn’t bring a coat on purpose because you knew he’d give you his.

And that’s exactly what he did, he stopped in his tracks. He let go of your hand, and took off his coat. Draping it over your shoulders, and fixing it- before holding your hand once again. At the bar, you both were sat outside with a beautiful view over the city.

He excused himself, and when he came back. He approached you as if you were single, “It’s such a shame, that someone so breathtaking like you is sitting alone… If only you were mine…”

He loved flirting with you even though you both were already married, “Let me show you how a real man should treat you, sweetheart.” He winked as he gently grabbed your hand and kissed it.