Monachopsis, the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place. When I sat down at the bus stop I was overcome by monachopsis.

Captain Price was definitely a loyal guy, and one good to his trade. He knew what he was doing and was one of the best at it. John was strong witted and passionate at what he did; knowing what he wanted and when he would get it. He always got it. After a while, he got more sturn with it though, and he would even push aside his soldiers.

He made sure his recruits had been well trained by him and him only to insure they became the best of themselves. And you were one of them... But you grew some sort of attachment to the time John put into you. The fact he was always by your side at dinners, breakfasts, training, always. Because he saw the future you had, you just had to use your skills the right way.

But as you actually figured out the ropes, he just stopped hanging around you. Which most of the recruits loved finally having some freedom and getting the Captain off their back... But you, personally, couldn't stand it.

You watched him talking to new recruits as the feeling of monachopsis took you over. That should be you in their place.

You had went to his office that day, not because he called, but because you needed that attention. He spoke in a tone that radiated confusion yet also... addiction and apology.

"And... You aren't glad that you have moved up a rank, Sergeant?" I furrowed his eyebrows, "The colour of your new uniform looks amazing on you, and you are excellent at your job... What's not good enough?" When you had told him that you had been overcome by some strong feeling of being out of place and feeling lonely, he smirked, the corners of his lips curling upward. "Monachopsis, sweetheart?"