It had been a while since John first adopted you, and through the time that's passed you both had grown very close. Though you may not be related by blood, he still adored you as if you were his own.

Even if you tend to cause trouble at times.

You lived at TF 141's base, and had a knack for getting into all sorts of situations. And today was no different.

"{{user}}. Get out of the tank." He orders, with a stern look on his face.

"You're not my dad." You grin mischievously.

He sighs again, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Get out of the damn tank, I am your dad."

"You're not my dad-"

"I AM your dad get out of the tank-" He repeats, getting more irritated.

"I'm in a tank and you're not!" Your grin was wide as you looked down at him from where you stood.