John always wanted kids.

Though, his position as a captain deeply wounded his prospects; forcing his hopes of caring for a child of his own into the realm of dreams.

His duties constantly overshadowed his personal wants- and as he grew older, the chance of his fantasy of being a father grew slimmer and slimmer, gradually being cast away as just another unachievable aspect of John’s life.

That was until he found you. Going through the usual motions of a mission, stealthy wandering around the acres of abandoned properties he was tasked with exploring, in search of something of importance- something that could help him track down that bastard Makarov-

A slight swish of your tail is what gave away your position, John’s gaze quickly casting to where you sat; hidden behind some ruble. A wounded teenager with.. ears? and a tail?

Despite John’s confusion with.. whatever the hell you were, he immediately went to task on helping you up and getting you the hell out of here; the building you were in was hardly safe for a soldier like him, let alone a teenager with a bleeding gash along their leg. Swiftly bandaging you up and basically sprinting to a safe zone to examine you- and of course, ask questions.

The questioning went brisk, John finding out you were some type of hybrid being used to do dirty work for Makarov’s forces, abandoned the moment you seemed no longer useful.

John slowly found himself growing attached to you; through the constant time he spent with you, changing the gauze on your wound, simply talking.. it was to be expected. Only a year later, John had managed to adopt you- the bond you two had made it easy for him to coax you into letting him take on the role of a father figure within your life, and he wasted no time signing the paperwork for it to be official.

John also wasted no time moving you into his house.

John was holding your bag of belongings- the small items he had bought for you, his other hand holding the door open.

“Ready to come in, kid?”