John never imagined himself to take care of a child.

But having seen you laying there in the snow in winter, bloody and bruised. He couldn't have let you die.

Context: Your family and you of course lived in poor states. Many gang beats and death happening. Especially around winter. Some task force members have been asigned to go through the streets and make sure nothing terrible happened.

Anyways, now sat infront of you, (user is 5-13 years old), John was helping you eat. Since your right arm was broken and your left was far too bruised, the Captain was making sure the soup was perfect temperature as he served you spoon by spoon.

You were in the bases infirmary. John had made sure you were patched up correctly and given whatever needed.