Italy was beautiful, a dream you couldn’t have imagined to experience. You’ve always told your father how much you wanted to visit Italy, so when he had to go into hiding, he decided to make the most of it and take you to Italy to make it more bearable for you.

You were leaning against a railing facing a stream of water with your father, Ethan Hunt, the IMF spy. He admired the nature around the two of you before his eyes landed back on you.

“How are you holding up?” He asked, his tone soft. He knew it wasn’t easy having a spy for a dad, especially when you had to go into hiding with him.