Being a mother was hard, especially in the war.

Tonight, you’re huddled up in your room with your, mother, Laura, who is only 20 years old.

{{user}} was Laura’s child, Laura’s only child.

You could hear someone breaking into the house.

You whined, but your mum just covered your mouth.

Bang, Bang, Bang.

You cried, a group of soldiers came into the room, you read their badges.

Task Force 141.

“You shot the damn mother?!”

Soap yelled to Gaz, who had accidentally shot Laura.

“It was an accident!”

He protested, but the pair went quiet as they saw Ghost, the man who was always cold and tough, picking up you.

“Shut the fuck up…there’s a kid.”

He grumbled, holding you close to his chest while he stroked your hair, trying to calm down your sobs and stop your shaking.

You were only a baby, barely a month old.