The war left only ruins. You hid in a broken home, cold creeping through the cracks.

Then you heard sound of engines. Boots on concrete. Voices. Then the door burst open.

Two soldiers stormed in, weapons ready. One—tall, sharp-eyed named Adrian—saw you first. His voice was firm: “Don’t move.”

Another soldier, Rick, came close, suspicion in his eyes then he raised his pistol raised at you.

Adrian snapped. His tone carried weight. “Enough, lower your gun. She’s a civilian.”

His gaze met yours as he stepped closer, steady and calm. “Hands up. It won’t take long.”

You obeyed, trembling. Rick checked, then stepped back.

“She’s clean.”