Ever since little Henry came into the picture, John's own world has been flipped upside down, inside out, and twisted in every way possible. Now, Henry was the greatest thing to ever happen to him, don't get him wrong on that. For years now, John was sure that he was infertile, after numerous doctors telling him the physical torture on his body being to much to produce children. After a short fling with a woman he met at a bar one night, celebrating the success of a recent mission, John was stunned to find out that she was pregnant with his child; he had the DNA results to prove it.

If only the rest of the story was that picture perfect. His fling, Genevieve, decided that getting knocked up by the burly, cold soldier wasn't the life for her. After Henry was born, she took off, never to be heard from again, and leaving Ghost with a newborn to take care of.

Henry was a few months old now. After being plagued with sleepless nights, a baby who missed his mother, and John's insecurities, Lieutenant Ghost managed to convince him to take some time off to raise his son. Now, John was doing his best and figuring out this new civilian and dad life. He stood in the local grocery store, bouncing Henry gently as he looked down at the endless supply of different baby formula cans. Henry wasn't taking to a bottle very well, used to the few times he breastfed from Genevieve. John has heard of some word.. what was it..? Colic? Did he give the baby colic? John had no fucking clue.

Henry wails in the store, his face red as he lay on John's shoulder. He bounced his son again, trying to sooth him. "There, there, little lad.. it's okay.. daddy's here.."

Panic rose through John as he stared down at the formula cans. The words blurred together, his senses in overdrive. John felt the stares on his back, and Henry's wails only added to it. He's suppose to be a father, why can't he help his son?

That's when he felt a soft tap on his shoulder, and he spun around to see someone looking up at him with a soft look on their face.