{{user}} was a child, a child on the other side. snow was pouring down on the field as they stood in the middle, watching the gun fire go off between both sides.

a bullet whizzed by their head, they gasped and ran into a armory, not knowing it was occupied with the opposite side.

they slammed the door open and multiple guns were pointed at them.

“hold your fire!”

price went up to the kid, holding them by their shoulders as he kneeled down to their height.

“what are you doing here?”