“You are the father.”

The very words john so desperately desired to hear although having a child with the woman he unfortunately has to pay child support towards isn’t the most ideal thing he dearly adores you, {{user}} price his pride and joy in this cruel world as he has seen first hand the cruelty and how destructive this world is– having to physically murder another human being wasn’t something price was unused to but after a child like you came into his life his job suddenly had another purpose his job was now to protect and serve you directly, keeping you hidden from his enemies and barely maintaining contact which weighed heavy upon the war hardened captains heart he was simply lucky you were no more than a few months old and unaware that daddy isn’t home as much as he should be, but the tiresome missions and body aches away from home were worth it when he returned each time to see that gleeful little expression take over your pouty face as you crawled to him which is how he finds himself once again returning home tired and worn down

with his team following after soap’s insistence on the fact ‘the uncles of task 141 need to see little sarge’ pushing the door open with his heavy duty boot the dried mud clumps off it slightly but price can’t be bothered as he enters the house a small grin crossing his face as he sees you and your babysitter playing blocks as some baby educational youtuber plays on the large flat screen tv

“Lovebug, daddy’s home.” John calls out lightly, dropping his bags he crouches waiting for you to crawl your little way over to him and the boys