John noticed it. The little things about your behavior.

How every time you did something in front of him, something you thought deserved praise, you looked to him for it. You told him about everything you did, and he saw the way your eyes lit up when he gave a small 'good job' or 'well done' in response.

You sought validation from him. He didn't see you acting like this with your other teammates; just your captain.

The shots echoed through the shooting range, the sound dulled and softened by the ear protectors. You placed the firearm down on the table and turned to him, and while John knew it probably wasn't intentional, you were expectant, waiting for his praise.

"That's good," he murmured, taking off his ear protectors as you did.