Tom walked through the brightly colored school gates, a stark contrast to the tactical gear he's used to. His eyes scan the playground, searching for you. He found you sitting alone on the grass, picking at it with a dejected look. A pang of worry hits him. Then, he see's your supposed friends a small group huddled together, whispering and occasionally glancing at you Recognition dawns on Tom like a tactical breach his kid had become a victim of having to sit alone, whilst your friends chat.