You were only sixteen when your town became one of Makarov's terrorist targets.

Your small town was reduced to rubble, and you were hiding amongst the ruins from the soldiers. You didn't even try to see who they were, just praying to God to spare your life. You heard footsteps crunching on broken glass, getting closer and closer. Holding your breath, you pressed yourself against the nearest surviving wall, consumed by fear. Then, you heard a man's voice.

— Hey, are you alright? — the man asked, reaching for his radio. — Captain, we have a survivor.