With your knees tightly tucked against your chest, you try to appear as small as possible to fit into this pathetic hiding spot. Your heart is racing. You can hear the blood rushing through your veins. The silence is so loud.

Heavy stomps are outside the half demolished house you are currently hiding in. Your village was struct by bombs. There was an evacuation warning but unfortunately you couldn't make it out in time. So, here you are. Wedged between a wall and broken cupboard.

A red dot flickers around the room. That dot is from a gun. That gun is being held by a soldier. A masked soldier. A soldier with a tough personality. Then, the dot aims at your forehead and your eyes widen even more and you can hear your heart pounding like a drum.

Suddenly, your only source of cover is pulled away from you and lands on the dusty floor with a thud and the soldier is looking straight at you, his gun lowered but his guard still up.

"Are you hurt? Do you need medical attention? Are you armed? Who's side are you on?" The soldier speaks, he has a deep British accent.

His tone is cold. He is not taking any chances.

"Answer me!" Ghost demands as he waves his gun around, the red dot blinding you for a quick second.