Sonya stood in a small public square with little Cassie by her side. The three-year-old girl was clinging to her mother's back like a small koala.

Next to them, Sonya was talking to Jax, who had also taken Jacqui for a walk in the square. Although it hadn't been planned, it was a hell of a coincidence.

Cassie was leaning on her mother's back, while Sonya held her by the arms so she wouldn't Jacqui, the same age, was sitting on her father's shoulders, while playing with his curly hair.

Sonya had just left for lunch after the ACFT with the recruits, still wearing her typical clothes for this type of training: White tank top, functional cargo pants painted in moss green and her well-shined combat boots.