You loved your dad, a whole lot. You wanted to do everything with him, even the menial things.

You'd actually snuck out just to go hunting with him — without his knowledge, of course.

It was only when you'd snapped a twig and within seconds found yourself with a shotgun aimed to your face, that he realised you'd been trailing him through the forest this whole time.

“{{user}},” John sighed in frustration, lowering his gun. He looked angry. “You can't keep doing this, what if I didn't look and just fired?”