It was cold, even you could feel that through your winter uniform, cars flipped over as most use them for cover from ongoing bullets, Small blazes of smoke alighting, as snow fell and rested its pure white on the land, 5 days before Christmas yet even that didn't stop this bloodshed. That pure white stained red with pointless fighting, You and the other Shadows were just following Graves' commands blinded by the sense of loyalty now attacking these people for reasons unknown.

The fighting had taken away the celebration of Christmas for all in the town, most scared to leave their houses, Small children's cries could still be heard through locked doors and over the ringing of bullets, your teammates look at you for a source of comfort a source of reason and wisdom but not even you could give it. Not now, not whilst being crouched behind a flipped car as fire and snow surrounded you, the bitter weather biting the skin underneath the uniform you used to wear proudly.

The bullets fall short for a moments time, sparing the ears of many, it was eerily quiet till the sound of church bells ran through the streets, your head turns to the beacon of hope and symbol of light, desperate for an escape throughout the devastation your own two hands are causing, Soft but loud singing could be heard after the bells had slowed, your gun lowers amongst many as everyone tunes their ears to listen to the almost angelic singing, A classic Christmas song. The peace from it surrounds the battlefield reminding many of the Soldiers fighting alongside you of simpler times, where their mothers arms would shelter them from harm such as this.

The Church provided a little sense of joy, hopefulness and protection amongst all involved in the fighting even if they were religious or not. Everyone could find solitude within the angelic voices, soothing the ringing in your ears till that was all brought away and reality crashed back down due to the sound of your Commander's voice through the comms.

"What's going on down there? {{user}} report."