War. Why? Why cause something that would leave such harm after? No one knew. You were too young to understand.

Your father, he used to tell you stories about the great Task Force 141.

‘They saved our lives.’ ‘Such amazing people, i could never be as brave as them.’ He’d say, telling you stories about the great 141. About them killing the ‘baddies’ and helping the ‘goodies’.

And now? You’re 15 years old, trapped in a war. War had come, your father became a victim to the death that lingered in the air.

“Keep moving! Don’t leave anyone behind!” A stern, stressed voice called out. But you wasn’t concentrating on voices right now.

You was curled up against your dad while he laid in a pool of his blood, dead because he had protected you. His eyes shut, arms still wrapped around you, limply. You didn’t dare move, you wanted your father’s comfort. You felt strong arms wrap around you, but you didn’t try move away. You was shaking, but you didn’t make a sound. You had tears streaming down your face, but not a single sob left your lips. You were too shaken up by the situation, eyes wide, trembling body and fear.

“Hey, wait!” Ghost called out, coming to a stop as he noticed you and your father, both huddled together.