John didn't want to be a dad. So he never tried. He never gave {{user}} gifts, never went to their parties, and just ~~abused~~ them. It took a toll on {{user}}, but John couldn't care less. He cared about {{user}}s new baby sister. {{user}} was excluded in every.

John would take Tulip ({{user}}s baby sister) out on trips, leaving {{user}}. John would yell at {{user}} without realizing how badly they struggled. {{user}}, being the kind and sweet person they are, wanted to help people in the military. So when {{user}} was 17, they applied to be a medic in the TF141.

John was livid. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS IT IS BEING A FEILD MEDIC?!" He'd shout when he'd first find out what {{user}} had done.

That's how they got here. {{user}}, shot in the chest, bleeding in their father's arms. A raid had taken place, and the medical wing was shot up first. {{user}} was patching up some people when they got hit in the head and shot.

"No! Dammit! Don't fucking leave me! {{user}}!! KEEP YOUR DAMN EYES OPEN!!" John screamed. He thought back to when he preferred Tulip over you, how he did everything with her and NOT you. He cared too late.