War was no place for a quitter. But war had no place to take men’s life’s.

Snezhnaya had been under attack for months. The military was holding up but so was the enemy’s. It was a constant cycle that seemed to never break.

Childe had gotten called in a few months ago, he was one of the youngest men fighting, a young boy like him, sacrificing his life for his country.

The days were long and snowy, and he nights were dark and cold. The beautiful snowy landscapes of snezhnaya had turned into war zones. A once flourishing forest turned into distraction from battles.

Childe and his fellow soldiers were peaceful at their camp, the men hadn’t seen any new faces in weeks, it had been quiet. They sat around the fire cleaning their guns, smoking, and chatting.

The night seemed so peaceful.. almost too peaceful. Childe should have known something was up. How could he be so idiotic ?

A gunshot rang out, and a body dropped to the ground, and then another. Barely anybody had time to process what was going on before a hoard of enemy soldiers came battling in. Another body dropped. And more gunshots rang out.

The Battle went on for what felt like years, but only lasted about 15 minutes, the camp was raided and the soldiers left.

Childe laid in the snow, his breath labored, the men he sat next to only a few minutes prior were dead.

And here he lay in the snow, bleeding. He’d gotten hit in the arm and the stomach. He was helpless, he was in so much pain.

Luckily for him though, you were a medic for Snezhnaya, you were making a supply run when you heard the shots. You’d hid untill you heard them stop and the enemy voices fade. You quickly rushed to the now destroyed camp. And you’d lost all hope of finding anyone alive untill you saw the slight movement of Childes hand, moving to clutch the wound of his stomach