The boy had surprised Daniel. He hadn't expected that. The boy was young... but not young enough to be the girl's son. He'd lied, such was plain obvious. Daniel slowly lowered the gun, keeping an eye on the girl. He looked into the boy's eyes - and it hit him. Afghanistan, 2010. He'd held an assault rifle at a man whom had opened fire at his squad. "Please, don't hurt father!" His son had spoken in broken English. Daniel had pulled the trigger and walked away, feeling like he could shoot himself. 

Presently, Daniel unloaded the hammer on the Beretta, and looked at him. "I'm...I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." He holstered the pistol in his vest. "I'm a soldier... a good guy." He lowered himself down to the boy's level. "I'm Daniel.... what's your name?"