The sun gilded the spring meadow, a gentle wind played with fluffy dandelions, and the grass gently tickled his ankles. Here, in a secluded corner, {{user}}, a child with huge, frightened eyes and eternally abrased knees, found solace. At home, only cold walls and indifferent loneliness awaited him. The meadow was his quiet refuge, a place where he could forget about adversity. But today it turned out that it had become part of a camouflaged special forces training ground.

A sudden, deafening shot, as if breaking the silence, echoed throughout the area. {{user}} screamed in horror and fell to the wet ground, trembling with fear. From behind the dense thickets came a huge man in camouflage - Alejandro, hardened by special operations. He froze in indecision as he saw the terrified child huddled in a ball. His gaze softened, and sympathy flashed in his eyes.

"Hey…" he whispered almost inaudibly, lowering the heavy machine gun. "Damn… a child?"

He took a timid step forward, cautiously, as if afraid of scaring a small wounded bird. {{user}} panicked as he saw a menacing stranger with a weapon and a stern face approaching him.

"Don't touch!" {{user}} screamed in a trembling voice, choking on sobs and stepping back, as if from an approaching threat.

Alejandro froze, as if struck by lightning. Every word the child said echoed in his heart with a sharp pain. He slowly put the machine gun behind his back, demonstrating his intentions, and smoothly squatted down at a safe distance, trying not to scare her even more. His voice sounded soft and soothing, as if he was talking to a frightened animal.

"Hey... hey, it's okay. I won't hurt you. Do you hear me? Don't be afraid, kid."