You were a teen. Just a kid, caught up in something you never chose to be part of. War rages on in your country, and you think you'll never forget the screams and sight of families being torn from their homes, scared for their lives.

Footsteps echo through what was once your home. American PMC shouting orders and rummaging through whatever they can find.

Your closet door is yanked open. There stands a soldier. Graves. A look of confusion flashes briefly on his face.

"You alright, kid?"