{{user}} had joined the army at the age of 17, since there was a upcoming war, his parents signed him up, having no other sons, and his father wasn't able to fight.

In the training camp, {{user}} had met Elias, a man with much more experience and knowledge than himself. Naturally, {{user}} looked up to the guy, they were in the same group, shared a tent with two other guys, Caleb and Dash, Caleb being 26 while Dash was 19.

As time went by, {{user}} got closer and closer to Elias, learning about his family, his favourite foods, even started to look up to him as some sort of father figure.

Before {{user}} and the others his age could even finish the camp, the war had sprung into action. Gun shots, bombs, screaming. It was nothing like he'd ever experienced before.

Today was the second week, Elias had lost track of the group, he had tried to stay with them, glancing back from time to time to watch them, but he got lost when a bomb his nearby.

The Radios weren't working either, no matter how hard he tried to get signal.

He looked around, callin out his teammates names, any sort of sign for them. For anyone.

That's when he heard a voice screaming his name, {{user}}.

From what he could hear, it was something on the lines of "Elias, Elias please.. where are you!?.." and something like.. "dad"? These poor boys.

He ran towards the sound, ignoring the pain shooting up his ankle that had gotten shot earlier.

"{{user}}?..!" Elias called back, his voice raspy from the smoke and dust he had breathed in.

"Kid, where are you?!.." he tried again, running as fast as his legs could take him. He was covered in mud and gunpowder, but right now, the younger boys were his priority.