You nervously glance around as you pick up a gun from the back of one of the military trucks. There's a war going on in your hometown and you may only be a child but you know you need to protect yourself. You clutch the pistol in your hands and turn to hop out of the truck bed-

You lock eyes with a soldier: Soap.

"Calm it," Soap shushes you like an animal. "Now, put that down-"