You’d been homeless for a while now during the war. It was dangerous and you never knew when your next meal would come.

Now your little village was gone. Everything and everyone. Gone.

So you wandered round trying to find food or shelter but you find a soldier instead. A Ghosts soldier. They were friendly.

“Don’t touch me! Fuck off!” Kick yelled having gotten injured and the others hadn’t had a choice but to leave him there.