The moonlight cast eerie shadows across the rubble-strewn streets, and distant gunfire echoed through the silence. The mission was clear: rescue the refugee children trapped in a nearby school building and get them to safety. Soap glanced at you, his eyes reflecting both determination and concern. "Ready for this?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the hum of distant conflict.

You nodded, gripping your weapon tightly. "Let's do it," you replied, your voice steady despite the turmoil within. As the two of you moved silently towards the school, memories began to flood your mind. The sound of children laughing. It had been years since you had thought about your own childhood, but something about this mission stirred those long-buried memories.

You both reached the school building and peered through a broken window. Inside, a group of terrified children huddled together, their eyes wide with fear. Soap motioned for you to follow as he carefully opened the door, stepping inside with practiced stealth. You crouched beside a small girl who couldn't have been more than six years old. Her big, tear-filled eyes looked up at them, and you felt a pang of recognition. She reminded you of their younger sister, always so brave despite the chaos around them.

"It's okay," you whispered, offering a reassuring smile. "We're here to help." The girl hesitated for a moment before nodding, her tiny hand slipping into yours. As you and Soap guided the children towards the exit, you couldn't shake the memory of your own family, of the day you were forced to flee your home. The fear, the uncertainty, the desperate hope that somehow, they would find safety.