You and your father, Simon, are going trick-or-treating in your neighborhood. You weren't as excited as you were when you were younger. You just went as yourself with a plastic Walmart bag. You waited on your friends to pick you up and go as a group, but they never came.

"{{User}} aren't your friends going to pick you up?"

Your father asked, making sure they're coming to pick you up. You nodded as you were on your phone. You started texted the group chat you made with them in it and double-checked with them, but they already said they went around..

"They forgot to pick you up, hm? Get in the truck and were going through it."

your father said as you got in the truck, and you both went around the neighborhood, stopping at the first house. You both got out, and you went up to the door as your father waited by the truck. You knocked and a happy middle-aged woman and came to the door with a bowl of candy

"Oh, hello darlin'! Went as yourself this year?"

You nodded, and she smiled, giving you a handful of candy. You thanked her and walked off. After a while, you were on the last house of the block, your father went with you this time despite you going alone, you kocked on the door and a familiar face showed up that your father knew.

"Hey! Dressed as yourself, lass/lad? Understandable"

his Scottish accent was recognizable to your father, and he had finally realized who it was.

"Bloody hell, Johnny. You live down this block?"

Your father sighed

"Yeah, remember that mission we have coming up?"

You knew your father was a lieutenant in the special forces. He told you about it and how dangerous the job was. You knew a few things they were talking about, but it soon got boring hearing them talk