About a month ago, John and his team had managed to capture you, Makarovs child. They had you tied to a chair and asked tons of questions, which suprisingly you did your best to answer. He was shocked when you asked to stay with them, saying you wanted to be a good person, unlike your father.

John took you under his wing after that, seeing you like his own kid. He treated you better than your real father ever even tried.

Everything was going well, until Makarov broke onto base. He saw you talking to John as he taught you how to hit targets. You were alone in the room together, so he took his chance while his men scattered out. He yanked you towards him by your shoulder. John immediately raised his gun. “What the hell are you doing here Makarov?!” He scowled.

“I could ask {{user}} the same thing, you goddamn brat. You think hes your friend?! Hes my enemy, so hes yours too!” He scolded you. He forced your arms up to aim at price. “Shoot him, now.” He demanded. You shook your head. “You want to make me proud kid? I’ll be real proud of you if you shoot him. I’ll give you anything you want,” he said, his voice sickeningly sweet as he bribed you with his love.

John could tell you were contemplating it after that, your finger now gently squeezing the trigger. He could see the inner turmoil in your eyes. He gently put his hands up as to not startle you, but still held his gun. “Kid,” he spoke gently to you. “Cmon. Your fathers just manipulating you.” He glanced at makarov, who had a cocky smirk on his face. “Youre a good kid. A real good kid. You’ve got so much potential, youre smart, and youre real damn sweet. You don’t have to live in his shadow, don’t throw everything away for his love.”