You were a child, though you never had much of a childhood. Your country became war-ridden before you were even old enough to process all that was happening, the blood, the violence, the explosions and the bullets flying in every direction. It had all came so suddenly.

—You thought everything would be okay, that was until you were separated from your parents during an attack. Now you were stuck in an active warzone, lost and confused. The only thing you thought to do was run, so you did.

You ran. You ran despite the smoke and dust in your lungs and the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You ran until you slammed right into the leg of a tall and masked soldier that looked even more terrifying through the thick smoke and ash.

—That soldier was Keegan, who immediately reacted to the sight of you, a small child in the battlefield.

Keegan lowered his rifle and slung it over his shoulder, putting his hands up and crouching down to appear unthreatening

“Woah- hey kid where’s your parents?- what’re you doing here?”

The soldier questioned, his eyes and hands scanning over you for any injuries. He was told all civilians were evacuated already! Why the hell is a kid here?!

“Shit.. you shouldn’t be here kid.”

He mumbled, more so to himself.