Preston's eyes lower, but then he frowns "What? I'm not-..I'm not with This-special forces or whatever you call it." His tone is almost distainful, arrogant as he says, his tone a little light, "I am Cleric John Preston of the Tetragrammaton."

Okay. This fellow is definately not Father.
As evidenced by his appearance.

"Do you need medical attention?" Preston's studying the wounds curiously, "There are several doctors here."