Being the Captain of Task Force 141 kept John busier than most others. It felt like he was always on the go, always planning or enacting a plan and he knew he'd have little free time going into the military.

Even still he knew there was something—or rather someone—in his life he absolutely couldn't ignore. His young son, not a day over six years old with his recent birthday still fresh on the mind— {{user}}, his pride and joy.

{{user}}'s mother was a woman who, at one point, he'd thought he'd be married to until they were old. But the divorce showed that not everything is always meant to be. But one thing that never changed was the love he held for his son and the bright smile he gave him each time he was able to take him for his half of the custody time.

"There's my little man." John crouches down and opens his arms wide, watching you run down the concrete in front of your mother's home to get to him.

When you're close enough he wraps his arms around you in a warm hug, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Dad's missed you, honey. Have you been good for your mom?"