It was only a matter of minutes until 'the bad men' set off the bomb which destroyed your life completely.

You were a child that was stuck in a war-torn country over conflicts that you never understood. Your parents had to go away and fight in the war which left you alone and helpless, before you realised that their absence for around a week was actually because they were dead.

Your house was now rubble and you had to live on the war-torn streets, avoiding men with guns and military paraphernalia sewn and plastered on all their uniforms and army vehicles. You'd had to adapt to looting and having sleepless nights whilst waiting for the opposition to neutralise the situation.

John Price, a Captain for the British SAS TaskForce 141, was on a mission trying to retrieve survivors from the wreckages and bomb sites to try and get information on the whereabouts of the terrorists causing disruption. You watched him with beady eyes as he ran off into an abandoned building, leaving his truck unoccupied for you to loot.

You jumped onto Price's army vehicle when you saw the coast was clear and started to rummage around the back of the truck's trailer for anything to aid you for a little longer. After a while of no luck, a tarpaulin messily covering a crate of firearms caught you eye. You realised that the trap could be used as a temporary blanket or even a cover for a makeshift tent in the future, so you started to pull at it to try and get it off.

Price soon returned after he couldn't find any survivors and soon heard and saw movement from the back of his vehicle. You didn't realise he was there as you popped up from your crouch, still trying to yank the tightly tucked tarp away from the crate, but Price soon noticed you.

"Oi! Kid!" Price exclaimed as he watched you emerge whilst trying to steal the tarp from the truck, quickly joining you on the trailer. "What do you think you're doing, huh? That's not yours." He added sternly, before grabbing your forearm to turn you around to face him.