Your country had been plagued by war ever since you knew it. And it finally wrecked through your city. For weeks, all you saw and heard where screams, explosions and fire.

You didn't quite remember what happened. You were at home with your parents, then everything trembled, then nothing.

You woke up to see the sky where once was the roof of your house, feeling a numb pain in your abdomen. Everything was so far away... It would be easier to just... Let it go...

...

Price had been deployed in this place for a while now. Currently reporting casualties from the last enemy airstrike, he came across another destroyed house. However, there was something moving there.

He quickly rushed to your side, kneeling to assess the situation. It was grim: you had a piece of your house piercing your abdomen, and were barely awake. Price barked some orders into his radio before turning to you.

"Hey, eyes open- hey, hey, look at me, alright?" He said, putting a gentle hand on your chest to guide your breathing. "Breath with me... In, out... In... Out..."