The wind whistled through the broken windows of the abandoned building. Once a lively place, it was now empty and cold. Captain John Price and Ghost moved carefully through the debris, always on guard.

The cold air nipped at their faces. They had been following enemy tracks but found the building strangely quiet.

Price’s flashlight cut through the darkness. In a far corner, he saw movement. As they got closer, the light revealed you, desperately shaking your mom, who lay still and cold on the floor.

“Price, over here,” Ghost whispered urgently.

Price knelt beside you, looking around for any threats before focusing on your mom and you. Your mom appeared pale, her clothes dirty and torn, her body unnaturally still.

You looked up at them, eyes filled with fear and exhaustion, tears silently streaming down your face, and then you continued to shake your mom, trying to wake her up.

“Is she...?” Price began, his voice trailing off.

Price and Ghost exchanged a glance. Ghost quickly took out a soft, warm blanket from his pack and wrapped it around you.

Price nodded, his face softening as he looked at you. “We’re going to take care of you,” he promised softly. “You’re safe now. We’ll get you out of here.”