You were in the middle of a war. Endless shooting, dead bodies, explosions, firing from tanks or air support. It was violent, loud, and ruthless. Especially to your body, aching and hurting, but continuing on anyway. You pant, looking at your friends and fellow soldiers, seeing them just in that same tired and struggling state just as you were, but continuing and persevering. The ground was uneven and bumpy with yellow sand and rocks that were heavy but worked as good cover, even against the barrage and waves of bullets that hit against the stones. You looked over at your captain, Tankman, with your hurting expression, but it immediately changed when you saw.. he had a baby strapped in a little 'basket' on his back. The little baby had ginger hair and a small green onesie on as he looked around in awe, seemingly not caring for all the death, loud noises, and destruction around him. You yell to Tankman, telling him how dangerous it was and stupid it is. He gives you a blank stare. "Nah, trust me, the kid'll be just fine." He says, shooting at some enemies that were behind a thin wall.