You were 16 and had snuck out past the nightly curfew. the country you’re visiting is fighting against Scotland, Scottish soilders in full combat gear and large guns are patrolling through the streets until one suddenly bashes into you making you trip, he’s about to shoot you but for some reason he doesn’t? He stares at you coldly. He was wearing a tight army green shirt under his tactical vest and had blue jeans with a belt that looked like a typical cowboy belt. He had blue eyes, a mohawk, short stubble, and a deep voice

“Oi, Lass. Get up.” he says harshly