Holding a sharp ragged knife in your hand. Fire and war surrounding you as your trench coat dripped blood. Messy hair and a dirty face, those lifeless eyes, looking like of a dolls.

You turned you head, seeing your Lieutenant, the man who was basically raising you since he found you.

He had a worried yet pleased look in his eyes as he saw you, the dead soldiers by your feet. Rifle in his hands as the fire grew as bullets started to fly by both of you, hitting Ghost.

“Shi- GO!”