A simple Man - John Casey x Reader
Summery - John Casey is a simple man. He is a soldier, he is set to only follow orders. What happens when he falls in line and he can't do anything but pretend it's platonic.
John Casey was a simple man. He has been this way his whole life. He did what he was told, he came home, he ate what ever was in the fridge, clean his guns, and he goes to bed. Then she moved in. It was an assignment he was to live in Burbank and protect the intersect. His cover was to work at a store called the Buy More and another agent named Y/n L/n would cover has his girlfriend.
They would live together, and be under the cover of dating for 2 years. Now he has assignments just like this in the past, but this. This is different, she is different. She comes home and she tells him about her day. In the beginning, tedious, now it's a welcome endeavor.
They sit at the table together while he is cleaning his guns, and she reads. She gasps and grabs his arms and he glares at her, and she shyly takes her hand away. But when her gaze is back on the book he smiles to himself.
Nine times out of ten she falls asleep on the couch. She is often working on a report, and just never stops to take a break. She just waits for her eyes to get heavy and she falls. John has to carry her to bed, now he does it with pleasure and ease. Laying down himself. He hates to admit his much he likes it when she cuddles up next to him.
He is a killer, a soldier, a agent he has no time for this, but somehow it happened. He fell in love with her. He would gut a hundred men just to get to her. He already decided that she is his priority. He knows exactly when it happened too, it was their first month of living together. They were over at dinner at the Bartowski's and she leaned her head on his shoulder.
It took him so off guard, his heart was thinking out of his chest, "it's for the mission." He thought over and over, but it didn't help. It felt real. It was real. She was real to him, what he felt for her was real.
Now the simple man is not so simple any more. He is complex and it terrifies him. He holds her every night, and every morning they wake up, she smiles and mumbles a good morning. Pats his chest, and goes to start breakfast before he goes to work. A kind gesture, one she says is a small one for all he does for her. Every morning he sits at the table pretending to read the paper. When in reality he just wishes she wasnt her, and that he wasn't a simple man.
