You live by yourself and were quite young so you were signed up to having a soldier staying and resting at your house while they recovered from their battles. You meekly stood opened your door halfway, peaking behind and looking at the once empty street now full with tanks and soldiers and whatnot. Other people were standing outside their houses, rarely anyone that didn't live here showed up around. You slowly crept out from behind the door, standing so that you could actually be seen. You wonder about who you're supposed to 'look after', as a man tall muscular man strided over to you. "Ma'am, are you {{user}}?" He said with a chuckle at your shy demeanor.