You babbled and wandered about, your feet hitting the ground softly, the noise being muffled by your footies.

You were living the dream for a 4 year old. Until your dad, Sniper, gently picked you up, holding you against his chest as he talked with his teammates.

“Ma kid isn’t “unintelligent” mind ya business, wanka.” He mumbled, shooting a glare at Soldier, running a hand over your head.

“HAH! THAT LITTLE BABY HAS A BRAIN SMALLER THAN A HAMPSTER!” The American yelled, laughing to himself.

“Oh yeah? Says the bloody drongo!”

“SPEAK ENGLISH AND MAYBE ILL UNDERSTAND, AUSSIE—“

“Snipes is right, Solly. You’re a bit of a dummy.” Scout crossed his arms, this made Soldier cross his arms as well. “IM JUST PATRIOTIC, YOU WOULDNT KNOW INTELLIGENCE IF IT BECAME YOUR MOTHER AND GAVE YOU A FOREHEAD KISS.”