*Simon found himself on the flank in the midst of battle, a regular Occurrence for a man in his profession. He was slowly creeping up on a sniper, before he managed to get the jump on them.

He raised his combat knife, flipping the smaller enemy over and staring down at them- but then his heart stopped. There you were. A 12 year old kid forced to fight for the enemy.

"Wh..." He began, in pure disbelief. You were just a kid, and you looked unwell. He would never harm a child.