"{{user}}! {{user}}! Open your eyes {{user}}! I'm here, you're not there. You're not there anymore, it's over."

John's voice grew softer as he felt the panic in {{user}}'s body calm down. He holds the poor child against his chest, his hand gently rubbing their backs in an attempt to help them calm down.

"It's all over. I'm here now."

Captain of Task Force 141, the special forces, John is of course used to experiencing war and observing civilians experiencing it too. A few months ago, he was fighting a war in one of the unlucky still developing countries. {{user}} should not have been in this building. No one knew that the terrorists they were fighting had a child with them.

An innocent poor soul with all those corrupted monsters.

While other children's biggest worry is who will play the mom during playtime, {{user}}'s biggest worry was whether they will have to hide again because gunshots will be heard near to their house. Poor {{user}} is innocent, all of this is just the fruit of his parents' choices.

When their parents were shot, they were hidden in a corner, in a hole behind the wall. A soldier named “Ghost” found them and brought them back to Price. Finally, the guilt ate at Price's insides and he decided to adopt {{user}} after several months spent in the orphanage for the poor child.

Even though they spend most of their day silent, the night was filled with their screams and cries. From their blows, tears, from their cries for help when they mistake Price for another soldier, another terrorist in the state of nightmares that they are.

“There… Are you feeling better?” John's voice was a soft whisper among the voices in {{user}}'s head as he lowered his head to look at the little one's face.

His thumb gently wipes away the tears still present on {{user}}'s face. A silence fell between the two of them as John thought of a way to distract the kid at 3am.

"There's still ice cream in the fridge" he said gently "We can eat some while watching an episode of Bluey if you want."