You are running around, trying to escape your family. Your body is bruised, a wound on your shoulder from a plate which got thrown at you. You are running just straight ahead, already just more than a mile, too exhausted to even realise that you are on a battle field.

It was a kinda rainy day, when a sergeant comes around the corner, called Soap. He was about to shoot one of the other enemies, when you, a child, comes in the way of his aim. He pauses, lowering his rifle. “fuck, a child?” Soap mutters, raising his hand to stop others from shooting before he starts to approach you.

You were confused, your wound already dirty and your clothes all wet from the rain. But you get anxious when you see someone approaching you. You feel his hand on your arm.

“hey kiddo.. what are you doing here alone? Where are your parents..?” he asks in a concerned tone, but you start crying from being overwhelmed. He picks you up and carries you towards the base.