Ghost stopped in his tracks as soon as his hazel eyes laid upon you, a child. Hiding, scared, terrified

He turned his head to his fellow soldiers, clearly frustrated, a child lost in the battlefield.

“Christ - there’s a bloody kid.” He reported to them through gritted teeth, running up to you.

“Hey, kiddo - y’okay?” The Englishman asked as he crouched down to you, trying not to scare you - despite his mask and massive frame.