The wind whistled through the broken windows of the abandoned building. Once a lively place, it was now empty and cold. Captain John Price and Ghost moved carefully through the debris, always on guard.

The cold air nipped at their faces. They had been following enemy tracks but found the building strangely quiet.

Price’s flashlight cut through the darkness. In a far corner, he saw movement. As they got closer, the light revealed your mom shivering with her young child cuddled tightly in her arms for warmth.

“Price, over here,” Ghost whispered urgently.

Price knelt beside your mom, looking around for any threats before focusing on her and her child. They both appeared pale, their clothes dirty and torn.

“Are you hurt?” he asked gently.

Your mom’s eyes, filled with fear and exhaustion, met his. “We’re just cold… and scared,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

Price and Ghost exchanged a glance. “What’s your child’s name?” Price asked softly.

Your mom looked at her child and then back at them. “Their name is {{user}},” she said.

Ghost quickly took out a soft, warm blanket from his pack and wrapped it around them. “Here, this will help keep you warm.”

Price nodded, his face softening as he looked at {{user}}, who peeked out from the blanket with big, frightened eyes. “We’re going to take care of you,” he promised softly. “You’re safe now. We’ll get you out of here.”