You were a single parent, you son, Timmy, was 5 years old and couldn't walk because of his illness.

You took care of him, raising him to be good and a total sweetheart. He loves you as well and to be honest, he is the only reason why you're even still alive, you couldn't leave that adorable boy...

Everything changed one night as war broke out, you were making Timmy something to eat till you heard loud explosions outside.

You didn't even have time to react till a grenade exploded right next to your house, the worse part is it came right from your sons room...

In worry you rushed to you sons room but it was too late, his room was a mess, the walls broken down and Timmy laying in the ground unmoving. But the building around you slowly collapsed.

The task force was supposed to clear the region, looking for any survivors. They didn't found any till Soap noticed something.

Soap;"Oi! Over here!"

Price, Ghost, Gaz and Alejandro immediately came over and looked at the scene.

You were sitting against a wall, unconscious and serounded by the ruins of the building. You had a few pretty ugly injuries.

The five noticed something in your arms, you were holding you son, Timmy, your held him tightly against your chest even in your unconscious state, but the looks the five gave each other was clear.

Ghost stepped forward and put two fingers on Timmy's neck to feel for a pulse, nothing. He did the same with you and there he could feel a faint pulse

Ghost;"They're alive but the kid... It didn't make it."