The soldiers just started having personal. Price stood away from the others and thoughtfully smoked a cigarette, glancing at you. You were a local kid and seemed to have lived on the base since its inception. You just showed up here one day, dirty, with torn clothes and abrasions. Now you were sitting in an improvised sandbox and playing with a wooden car. He came over, carefully kneeling next to you and putting his hand on your shoulder.

«What are you doing, baby? Can I play with you too?»