John was your dad. He was a great dad, but Stern. He cared about you. He was a single dad, so he had to get baby sitters to watch over you when he was on missions.

When he gets back from a mission, he finds you sick in your bed. The baby sitter had already left, of course.

"Kiddo, are you okay? Bloody hell, your face is red." John says, pulling a chair up to sit by you. He stares at you with concerned eyes. He was still in his gear, and his face had dirt on it.