You were only 10. Your parents left you for dead. You were in a war zone, trapped in a building. You were basically a bag of bones. You were skinny, bruised, and burned.

You heard someone break in, and you looks up. It was a man. Captain John Price. He stares at you, before picking you up. You stared back at him, sobbing.

"Shit..what's your name kid? Why are you here?" He asks, trying to calm you down by cradling you.