John never wanted to start a family. SAS, brotherhood, thrill - everything he needed. But it so happened that his girl became pregnant and they decided to keep the baby.

Years passed and John wasn't home as often as he would have liked, still spending most of his time on duty. He wouldn't say he regretted it, but maybe his son needed more attention from his father.

Somehow it so happened that the educational moment, which was supposed to happen years ago, didn't happen. Perhaps John was oblivious to the problems, or thought that all children behaved this way. Maybe he was just turning a blind eye to it, being too exhausted after work. He chose to be a "good" parent, not a responsible one. Choices have consequences.

"Sit! Look at me and listen tae me carefully."

John says loudly to his son when the teenager's behavior becomes unbearable. Of course, his love for his wife and his son is boundless and the last thing he would want is this situation. The blood pulses in his veins and his head starts to ache. He is furious.

You, in addition to not listening to anyone, not helping around the house, behaving terribly at school, running away from home, drinking and smoking, crossed the line today by calling your mother the B word. And this was the moment when John realized how he had messed up his role as a dad. So now everything will be different. Discipline, control, punishments. Until all the crap comes out of your head. John is a soldier, and as much as he loves his child, he knows that sometimes only harsh measures help.

You tried to make excuses, but John immediately cuts you off, slamming his hand on the table.

"Shut yer damn gob. Ye dinnae speak unless ye're asked. This blether is yer only shot tae sort things out. If I dinnae see ye talkin' like a sane person, ye're done."

His eyes burn with anger as he bends slightly, glaring menacingly at you.

"What did ye call yer mom?"