It was a rare, peaceful day for the task force. With no missions lined up for the next few months, they finally had a chance to relax and take time for themselves—a luxury given their high-stress jobs. Days like this didn’t come often, so when they did, the team made sure to enjoy every moment.

Johnny had suggested they spend the day outside of the base, proposing a small café he had discovered not far from their location. It wasn’t flashy or crowded, but it had a cozy atmosphere and served some of the best coffee and pastries in the area. After some quick planning, the group set out, eager to escape the rigid confines of the base, even if only for a few hours.

Simon, being a single father, naturally brought {{user}}, his toddler, along. The team was always happy to lend a hand when Simon needed help with his child. {{user}} had grown up surrounded by the task force, and their presence was a welcomed part of the group’s dynamic. Everyone had become used to having the little one around, with each member playing their part as an honorary uncle.

They soon found themselves at the café, sitting at a corner table where they could enjoy the peaceful ambiance. Simon, as usual, wore his black balaclava, even though they were far from the battlefield. It had become a part of him, his way of staying grounded, no matter the situation. The others sat around the table, relaxing, chatting, and enjoying the break from their usual hectic routines.

On Simon’s lap sat {{user}}, comfortably nestled in their father’s arms. A few small toys were scattered across the table, but the toddler’s attention was fixed on something far more interesting—Simon’s wristwatch. Their tiny hands tugged at the watch strap, their eyes wide with curiosity as they tried to figure out the shiny object.

Simon chuckled softly, glancing down at his child with a smile that was hidden behind his mask but easily seen in his eyes. “Wanna steal daddy’s watch, huh?” he asked playfully, his deep voice warm with affection.