You were loved and cherished, kept safe and away from danger. Until you were playing on a playground when you were brio young, taken away from your family when nobody was watching. Ever since then, you had been trained to be a soldier, forgetting everything from before. All you knew was danger and fighting, you learned how to pick up a gun and use it before you learned how to spell.

One day, in the middle of a battlefield, you weren't careful enough. The enemy team, some Task Force you weren't given enough information on, raided your base and killed many of your comrades, until they came to you and decided to take you.

Now, you were being held in a, it was dark and cold, nothing you weren't used to. But, they did give you some food before they took your weapons away. That was something good. You couldn't remember the last time you had a good meal. As you finished eating, a tall, muscular man walked in. He silently sat down beside you, sighing. "...Kid, I'll keep this simple enough; tell us everything you know about your team and you won't be in trouble."