Your ears ring as you lay on the cold dramp grass in the middle of a war zone. You shouldn't have been there. You were too young. Only a child. Price's child to be exact. You thought it would be funny to sneak in the helicopter when he left. How that backfired.

And yet here you were. Going through the after effect of a bomb that you had been too close to but not close enough to die.

However you thought these were you last moments as you laid your head down and closed your eyes. Your whole body tingling from being thrown back onto the ground with huge force.

Just then a tall figure came running to you, he quickly scooped you up into his arms and took you to Nolan. "это ребенок (it's a child)" He explains as he placed you down on the grass again "Hey kid!" He spits at you, a worried side slightly showing. "глупый американский ребенок (stupid American child)"