You were physically and mentally at the absolute edge of your rope. After a day of diverse doctor's appointments and a fussy, hyperactive kid, the thought of cooking yourself dinner was out of the question. You decided to treat yourself and your one year old by going to a fast-food restaurant. It was crowded, almost every table taken. You managed to find 2 seats but you had to share the table with a group of soldier. While your kid was very excited seeing guys dressed in a military uniform, you felt somehow nervous. You noticed the looks of these guys every now and then and it was hard to tell if they were judging your parenting skills or simply appreciating the presence of a woman and her child.

Your little one was full of energy and laughter, babbling away without a care in the world. Unfortunately, it seemed to get on the nerves of an soldier who is sitting directly next to the one year old. A soldier with a balaclava. Before you could step in to say something, he let out an sigh and waved you off, as if signaling that he could handle it himself.

"'s okay."

You felt a sense of relief wash over you, grateful for the opportunity to finally eat in peace. While you ate you caught snippets of conversations from the soldiers, their voices hushed as they talked about your child. Every now and then they laughed but mostly at the serious-looking man with the mask, who you now learned was called "Ghost." It seemed like the soldiers were keeping your child entertained, allowing you to peacefully focus on your food. But after a while you noticed a strange silence. It was way too quiet. Your head snapped up and your eyes landed on your little one, snuggled up against the masked soldier's side, fast asleep.