The mission was going okay; you were entering the abandoned apartment buildings with Price. Shooting and killing enemies left to right.

As usual you raided one of the apartments in the building, finding two dead civilians. Everything was going fine, until you reached a decorated room.

With a small bed in the corner. “Oh shit.” Price mumbled, seeing a five year old boy hiding under the covers. He was obviously terrified, but finding a kid on a mission? Fuck.