There was a rumor around base that John Price, the hardass captain had a soft spot for kids. No one knew if it was true. Kids weren't a common part of the army, and if they were something was seriously wrong. So everyone figured it stay a rumor.

That was until today.

Everyone watched in mild horror as Price carried you towards the medical station. You were at most 15, snarling and kicking and biting. You had stabbed a few of their soldiers. You were clearly a trained killing machine.

Yet he cooed to you, "Shh, I know, bud, I know." He didn't even seem phased by you scratching his arms or trying to bite him. At most he adjusted you a few times to stop your attack attempts.