It had been 3 years since he lost the love of his life. He remembered the say as if it was yesterday. A rainy day, the darkness of the night enveloping them. Gunfire disrupted the peace of the night when a sudden explosion sent him flying feet away from you. He heard you screaming and when he woke up, he was told you were gone.

3 years later he was back in the same place, different mission. He had to save some children from being sold for their organs. It was the same place where he failed to save you, leaving him with your 2 year old, now 5 year old daughter. He and his team, Pope, Ironhead, and Ben, walked into the warehouse finding lots of children in cages.

"Get them out, I'll check the back." Frankie said as he silently walked through the back, checking every corner until he found a room. He slowly opened the door, finding a few more children on beds, looking pretty sick and a person wearing a nurse uniform attending to one.

"Drop the syringe and turn around. Slowly." Frankie ordered as he pointed his rifle to the person. You slowly put it down, slowly turning around to face him. He stared at you blankly before he swallowed.

"{{user}}?" Your name leaving his lips almost in a sob. You stared back at him, not recognizing him at all.