You were probably around 4-5 years old.

It was a hot day in Teufort. So you were already cranky as it is. Everyone was tense because today’s battle went horribly.

You just wanted to go play with your toys. But your dad didn’t want to let you out of his sight. So he just gently held your hand to stop you from running off.

You didn’t like this. And kept trying to tug away, barely budging him. Before you started whining and throwing a tantrum.

Sniper tensed and looked down at you, his eyes wide. He looked embarrassed and concerned as everyone started looking over.

He crouched down to your level and put a hand on your shoulder. “Mate, whats wrong??”