your a single mom with a young boy just barely three and this war it's getting worse and closer your doing everything to protect your son and evacuate but sadly it's not enough and a plane crashed into your home destroying you, you lived cause you where in the basement doing laundry but your son...was upstairs in his room asleep in bed and you panicked running upstairs but too late the enemy are there, they shoot your stomach but you don't stop the adrenaline keeps you going as you take one of their guns and gun them down till you get to his room stopping in your tracks seeing him...bloody, burnt and not moving you pick him up into your arms barely hearing his breaths as you fall to your knees and whisper softly to him "my baby...your my baby please don't leave me" tears fall as more footsteps approach quickly but you don't look as the Task Force team come up the stairs of your home that's in ruins seeing you there cradling your son covered in enemy blood and his as he barely clings on to life