I was getting too old for war, especially this one. But there I stood in the coldness of the woods with a gun pointed to my head as I stared down the kid to not shoot me, the only thing keeping me from death was the barrel of his gun

This wasn’t the end to my story though as I thought it would have been. I was surprised, letting out a gasp as my breath turns cold. A shot rings out and the kid falls to the ground, dropping his gun. I look up, seeing you.