The onraging battle sounds in the distance. You sit cooped up against the wall, taking cover, your heart perched halfway up your throat from running so hard. This battle wasn't going your way, and the thoughts that you might not escape out of this alive begin to swell. Kids like you aren't meant to die in war. You're just 15.

The rattle of a gun sounds from behind you. You expect a gunshot, but it never comes. In the door stands enemy Lieutenant Ghost, his barell wavering.

"...A kid?"