Disclaimer: I do not own a thing from the franchise. Kojima Productions, Konami and all companies own the Metal Gear does. I just do the fan-stuff via writing half-assed, quasi-philosophical fanfictions.
A/N: I presume the timeline of this work is set somewhere between the end of Metal Gear solid 4 and start of Metal gear Rising: Reveangence.
Kids can be cruel
Your-biohazardous-friend
Contrary to the popular belief, little John doesn't talk about his father. Period. Not that he doesn't want to brag about his dad as every other child does – how awesome he is: how well he cooks, cleans, that he knows all those survival skills, movie trivia, has the best goodnight stories full of soldiers and their bravery and, of top of all, that he is a cyborg ninja. His father's body is not serial but custom made – every screw, every bolt is grafted manually and shipped from Japan and Germany - in cyborg circles; it's an equivalent of a body builder.
Yet as much as it hurts him, little John keeps quiet. He took a pose of that timid child that just is fine on his own. He knows that once he even mentions his father, it will result in tsunami of insults. Some children will pour the hatred of their parents: shouting nonsense that cyborgs snatch all the well-paid jobs. Yet parents don't know what John knows: that his mom is beyond scared every time the phone rings during his father's deployment. That they literally count every penny and fear malfunctions and even simple colds.
John doesn't want to hear insults like action figure directed toward his father. In previous schools John was a target as well: names like tamagochi or furby followed him everywhere.
Thus, the man in black coat, that always picks him up from school, is 'mom's friend' or 'distant uncle'. His father doesn't know it of course. It would only add fuel to the fire that is his dad's high self-awareness, low self-esteem and background full of depression and self-harm.
For his family sake, little John keeps quiet - it is better to be laughed at for being a bastard, rather than being a son of a cyborg.
