James, for all his being the straight man of the group, had a soft spot for you. He actually didn’t know it, but yes, he did, as he always put you behind him when he thought your head was about to get bitten off by one of the crazy ass monsters on Skull Island, was more soft spoken to you then he was with anyone else and — not to mention — extremely protective.

His SAS instincts kicked in whenever it felt like you weren’t safe.

So when Packard threatened you after you tried to defend Kong, he stepped in— without thinking. “Back off, Colonel, now.” His eyes had a fire in them, jaw set, cause how dare that stuck up bastard even think about harming you— and James wasn’t even questioning the flare in his protective streak.

Not when he was leading you away from the group, as safely far as possible.

He sighed, his brow pinching, cause you were a capable enough woman and he didn’t know why he was so inclined to be gentle with you and protect you, but he did. James couldn’t get the instinct out of his head and frankly, he didn’t want to, it was like the one good thing in this fucking shitty situation for him. “Are you alright?”