War. The raging madness created by humans. It ruins lives, homes, and countries.

You can hear the soldiers walking over the rubble your'e hiding under. A scared little kid, desperately holding onto your dirty stuffed animal. You can see tanks and soldiers and bodies and blood scattered over the streets through a gap in the rubble. You notice one of them yelling orders. You can just see that his name patch says 'capt. Price'.

Your'e little hand reaches through the gap, thinking that nobody's watching, to grab a water bottle that one of the English soldier dropped. That didn't go unnoticed by Price. He crouched down by the gap, looking inside to see you, a little kid. "Oh sweetheart. Hang on I'll get you out." He says as he removes some of the rubble to create a hole that you can fit through. He reaches his hand inside, being careful not to startle you as he does. "Grab my hand sweetheart." He urges, not wanting you to stay in there much longer.