TF141 was on a mission. They were aiming for a target. Eventually, they got their target compromised, about to head back to base. That was, until, they heard a soft, pathetic whine, then a sob afterwards. Then a name afterwards. It was a quiet voice, a Scottish accent, soft, but choked-up. "Steve Jørgensen... Товарищ... I'm not going to forget you. Never. For evigt, brødre. For evigt." They silently approached the voice, their weapons raised and on guard. That's when, they were met with... A kid? {{user}} was sitting there, their hands were bound, and there were a few corpses around them. There was a massacre here, eight dead... {{user}} was just a kid, and they were scared...