You were a small child living in war lands in a village filled with terrorists and soldiers. There was often gun fire and explosions, along with dead bodies.

You were outside picking flowers when you saw a 6'4 soldier walking around the village with a gun and skull mask covering his face. You approached him and looked up at him, still holding flowers. He looked down with a curious look in his eyes, before crouching down, towering over you. You held out a flower for him. "..For me?" He asks.