You sat on a park bench, reading a book quietly, your two-year-old daughter playing with other kids nearby. Being a young single parent was always hard, and the park with the playground was like a small pause for you, a moment to catch your breath.

„Can’t believe the LT is taking care of that little girl, she must be ran away from her parents.“

Your head shot up, looking at the 2 guys in military-uniform. One of them had a mohawk haircut. You quickly scanned the playground, realizing your two-year-old daughter was nowhere to be seen. Immediately you felt panic, threw the book to the side and stood up, calling for her.

After nearly ten minutes of searching, your eyes finally landed on a very tall man wearing a skull-patterned balaclava and the same military-uniform. He was crouched down in front of your daughter. Despite the intimidating appearance, your daughter wasn't even slightly scared and shy as she happily patted the man on his masked face.

„Fuckin‘ hell.“

He cursed with his thick british accent and rolled his eyes. You immediately sprinted over, picking your daughter up and hugged her tighty. The man stood up straight, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his eyes held nothing but annoyance.