You were born to be one thing, a pawn in this war, used to kill at the ripe age of ten. Aim, kill, reload, repeat; a constant reminder in your head on what to do. It’s all you’ve ever known, it’s like you were under a spell, a curse that can never be broken. As you reloaded your gun, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Kid, you shouldn’t be here, let’s get you out of here.” A voice said. You quickly spin around, dropping the mag in your hand, only to see Ghost; a man in the enemy forces.