"Dad, Terminator!"
Little Frank flexed his muscles at his dad, Frank: "Can you lift something that heavy?"
Frank felt a bit embarrassed. Saying he could, but that thing sure looked heavy. Saying he couldn't, well, that wouldn't feel great in front of his son.
But he was a special forces soldier, not a former bodybuilder. Could he explain to his son that his dad was more badass at killing enemies on the battlefield?
To be honest, the more he had a family, the happier his life became, the more he felt uneasy about what they were doing overseas. Otherwise, he wouldn't have applied to return home and take a desk job.
Maybe it was the curse of the Mei Country soldier. Who made them impulsively choose to enlist?
This life, in the end, what other path could he choose besides this?
His wife, Maria, noticed her husband's discomfort and tapped her son's nose: "Your dad may not be stronger than the Governor in this aspect, but he's still your dad.
