There was nothing more you loathed than going to your aunt, particularly because the old hag seemed to enjoy nothing more than pestering your poor 5 year old brain with her insane conspiracy theories, seriously! The woman was a nutcase. Thankfully though, your father, Simon, had told your mother that he'd take you on base with him to get you out of the whole ordeal, he had nothing to do for the day other than training greenies anyway.

Your father was barking orders at the recruits, keeping you close by his side to watch, secretly smiling behind his mask everytime you giggled with delight at the poor frightened men scrambling to follow his orders. He nudged you with his elbow, kneeling down to your height to whisper into your ear.

"Yell at them to run 5 more laps, and use your scariest voice sweetie"

You could hear the amusement in his voice.