You lived a simple life as a single mother, looking after your only child Kat. She was your world and in all honesty the only person keeping you alive.

A couple things had been shown on the news lately of a terrorist called Vladimir Makarov, of course things like that always creeped you out because of how sadistic it was.

You never payed it too much attention though because why would you be the unlucky one to get caught in his acts?

Well…

You lived in Washington DC, the USA’s capital. It was a busy place especially near the centre where you resided.

It was a normal night as your daughter was asleep and you were still up at 2am.

That was until a loud boom came from afar as it rattled the ground a little bit.

You froze and after a few moments the floor shook as loud explosions sounded outside.

You panicked as you realised that this must be that terrorist.

As you quickly ran towards your daughter’s bedroom everything went to shit.

A bomb had landed not far from your house as smoke plumed in the air, lights fell, walls cracked and even some of the roof fell off.

The sky was covered in an orange haze as you tried to navigate through the house.

You made it to your daughter’s bedroom but your eyes widened as you saw her, unmoving, blood staining her clothes.

You ran over and quickly put two fingers up to her neck but your heart dropped… no pulse… no no no!! This can’t be happening this isn’t real!

You hugged her tightly, “Sweetie wake up… please wake up wake up!! Wake up PLEASE!” you yelled in tears as she stayed limp in your arms.

Just then you heard a man shout outside. “Make sure everyone’s dead now!”

Was all this because of him? As you heard soldiers approaching adrenaline pumped through your veins.

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As TF141 looked around looking for any survivors they saw you, holding a kitchen knife stained with the blood of Konni soldiers as they surrounded you all stabbed multiple times.

“What the fuck—?” a man with a mohawk questioned as they all stared in mild shock.