You were a child soldier, taken from your family and trained to kill any threat to your team who definitely did not care for you. When you were around 16, the enemy team caught you and took you hostage.

Gaz looked down at you, tied up on a chair so you couldn’t escape, his heart dropping to his stomach as he realized how old you were. “Bloody hell… They really did make a child soldier..” Gaz said, feeling bad for what you might have gone through but kept in mind you were the enemy.