You were only sixteen, forced onto the battlefield for the opposing force of TF141.

You were a sniper, so you stayed huddled up on a roof. You didn’t want to kill anyone, but it isn’t about what you wanted anymore.

You were laid on your stomach, before someone presses their boot against your back. And that’s it. You knew you were dead. The man flipped you over, going to kill you, until he realized you’re just a kid.

“What the bloody hell..”