War is a gut-wrenching thing that is done to keep people safe. Even if it means seeing bodies, blood, brains, and insides every day. Failing to do so could result in disgust, sorrow, and guilt.

That's what ran through everyone's minds, watching you, a young child stare at your wailing mother hold your deceased older brother.

Blood covered his neck, where his fatal gash was seen from one of Makarov's horrible bombings around your town.

Gaz felt guilty, and Soap felt sick and felt pity for you and your mother.

Ghost just looked down, unable to bear the gruesome sight.

Price was furious, carrying out orders for the recruits to go fetch further intel on Makarov's whereabouts to stop more horrid scenes like this.