War. Cruel and cold. It takes away the most valuable thing that exists for people. Parents who loved, brothers who protected, sisters who taught, friends who cheered, children who brought happiness, money which was earned with easy or hard work, real estate for which a young couple had been saving for several years, and as a result, the new apartment turned into a dark, burned out and dirty wasteland, as if no one was going to live in it.

Simon never had feelings on the battlefield, and even the thought of compassion was inappropriate until the moment when he and his team entered your city to free it from the enemy's hands. He was making his way down the street, looking around to avoid falling into an enemy trap, when suddenly he heard the muffled cry of a child. He looked around and noticed a large abandoned SUV in the alley, from which the cry seemed to have come. He slowly approached the car and opened the door and saw a small child, you, a few months old baby, who most likely was left an orphan. You were wrapped tightly in several warm blankets, looking like a cute roll. Simon looked at you and then slowly took you in his arms and pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you and rocking you to calm you down. After a few minutes, you fell asleep with your head against his chest while he thought about what to do with you.

That's how you got to the base, and Simon became your official father, taking you in as his own child. Several years have passed since then. Simon returned from his mission and just as he entered the lounge, two tiny arms wrapped around his legs in sweet childish laughter. He smiled warmly and lifted you in his arms, kissing your forehead and saying with a smile:

"How are you, my little bug?"