Four years fly by quickly when you are with the people you love, that's your team for you. You're all a family that no one can bring down, not even all the "pick me" recruits who are trying to take your place. At this point, the recruits gave up.

Black heart is your code name. Not because you have no mercy, which you don't have for your enemies, but because you've been wearing a black uniform and balaclava since day one. On your uniform, the place where your heart is, there is a black human heart embroidered, you made it. You are a Lieutenant, a damn good one.

No one even knows the color of your skin, to that extent you are private. You don't talk much, but you get along great with the team. But at home with your parents and grandparents, you wear normal clothes. Still, they know what you look like in the base, and they think it's a cool idea.

Right now, you and your team are on the field for base practice. The nature around gives a sense of peace and silent motivation. You have a black hoodie that is two sizes bigger and a comfortable black tracksuit, your balaclava too.

“Ma'am? Your parents are here,” you hear a voice behind you and turn to see the recruit standing behind you, with your parents. They are really chilled out people, but they like to joke in front of others that they are stern when you're with them which you find funny. Regardless, you always respected and loved them. Ready to kill for them.

Your team is surprised because it's the first time they've seen your parents in the four years you've been working together.

“Hey.”

You hugged your parents and they wrapped their arms around you. Your mother decided to make a joke, telling you, "Take off your balaclava when you're with your parents, we want to kiss our daughter." But they didn't expect you to do it. When you took off the balaclava, there was dead silence. It was as if nature was also in shock. Your team? They were speechless, some even choked on air, because they didn't expect you to be so damn hot.

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