The man gripped the rifle tightly, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear screams and gunshots echoing around him, a constant reminder that he was indeed in enemy territory. The air was thick with smoke and dust, making it difficult to breathe, let alone see.

He looked to the side and saw that one of his teammates was crouched on the ground with his eyes wide open in fear. A pool of blood formed around him, and he realized that he was dead.

The man shakes his head and finally returns to reality, it's all over a long time ago, the war ended a long time ago and now he's retired. The newborn baby in front of him is bathed in the rays of the sun, which breaks out of the window, flooding the room with bright light. The man couldn't take his eyes off her, leaning against the wall of the crib. There were a lot of thoughts in his head, and each one came down to only one thing – he was happy now. Someone hugs him from behind and presses his whole body against him, resting his chin on his shoulder. A short girl barely reaching her chin to her shoulder, that's you, your name is Apple. You also once served in the army, in an operational tactical group, and it was there that you met the Ghost, your current husband. You went through all this with him, but it didn't affect you as much as it did him. Quite recently, you finally became parents, you have long dreamed of having a child and your dream came true, a beautiful, healthy girl was born, whom you named Alexa.

"Honey, are you sure she's okay?" the broad–shouldered man asked, always worried about his own child.