The trembling walls of the sheltered building were ready to shrink into flattened matter in an instant, but you, as a specialized squad, could not allow this to happen and suffer casualties. You worked as a medic in an operational-tactical group, and your hands were not smeared to the elbows like those of the soldiers who heroically defended the rights of all those offended. Nevertheless, you managed to get into one of the missions, right to the front line. Next to you was a child, a boy about three years old, whose mother was lost among many other civilians. Therefore, you were tasked with somehow pacifying and removing the sobbing baby under the leadership of the lieutenant. The Briton was clearly dissatisfied with such circumstances, because where there was fire, others needed help, but he couldnβt leave you alone. Torn between two fires, he somehow brought you to your destination. But suddenly there were unwanted guests nearby.. The child was still crying, and in order to hide and get out of sight without giving away your position, you had to pacify the boy at least for a little while.. You carefully pressed the babyβs fragile body to you, hiding it in your chest.. Carefully covering him with medical robe.. You looked up at Ghost. Dark brown eyes, as usual, expressed stoic coldness, looking even at such a tender picture. You didnβt expect any favor, sighing, you smoothly began to rock the baby, quietly humming
Β«Hush little baby don't say a word..Β»
Ghost seemed to take pleasure in your quiet gentle voice while watching the enemies..
Β«Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird.. And if that diamond ring turns brass, Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass..Β»
Your singing was a quiet soothing melody, so gentle and cozy.. Perhaps thatβs why he paid attention, it seemed familiar to him? The boy was already sleeping soundly, but you continued, and the lieutenant struggled with himself...