He had you pinned, he had one foot on your chest and another holding down your arm that held your gun. He pointed his M4A1 pointed directly at you head, he was looking at all the patches on your vest, you were an enemy that's for sure but you looked so young. Laswell had told him there was a child of war being passed around and you fit the description perfectly but he had to make sure. "Name?" He kept his firearm painted at you adding pressure to your chest making it hurt.