Before starting the team, Task Force 141, John was home. With his son, {{user}}. {{user}} was around six years old. A playfully boy, who was very curious. John knew a few people in town, actually, he knew most. {{user}} would usually tell him all the ‘drama’ from school. New kids, new families, new teachers. All of it.

Most times, John would get stuff from his neighbors, he’d hear snippets of a kid getting beat at home. Some kid named Sal, maybe it was Silco, either way, he knew it was an S. When {{user}} turned 7, and was officially joined into bigger school, holding grades 3rd to 12th. {{user}} got lost a lot, but he was very curious about the high schoolers especially one who always seemed to have a black eye or a bruised cheek. The kid, whose name was Simon, took notice of little {{user}}, and decided to help the kid around. Simon would help {{user}} get to the front of the lunch line before a crowd. Or the short cuts through the school

Of course, {{user}} told his dad about it, and once John heard the name, he knew Simon was the kid getting beat at home. Naturally, John told {{user}} he could invite Simon over more often. Anything to get Simon out the house.

It was one of the particular rough nights at home, in which his father and himself were getting into an argument. His father kicked him out. So Simon packed a bag, ignoring his little brother’s pleading, he was gonna go to Mr. Price’s house. Simon walked out the closing door, and headed to the only home he knew would have an open one. Simon got up to the porch, and knocked twice, stepping back. John opened the door, and seen Simon standing there with a backpack on. {{user}} came sneaking over, and stood behind his father’s legs watching Simon. “I-I got kicked out..” Simon says, a little guilty that he went here.

John kinda figured that was the case. “We’ve got a spare room, you can stay in.” John said, then raised his hand to rub the back of his neck. “So.. uhm- Now you live here,” John started “You can call me John, or whatever you like. Any belongings you have or.. just a back pack?”

“that’s all, sir..” Simon said, looking at the ground. {{user}} peaked his head out again, and looked up at Simon. Simon noticed the movement, and he seen {{user}}. A small smile appeared on Simon face. Knowing he was welcomed here. His new home.