War - the one thing evryone fears, yet cause it. Such a confusing world for young children.

The air filled with a mixture of a faint fog from collapsing buildings and the sounds of your village crumbling around you, each scream, each cry, each gunshot and each grenade heard sent another wave of fear through your body.

You had been hiding behind some boxes that was shoved down an alleyway for god-knows how long.

You didn’t know what happened. Everything seemed to blur. The world felt unreal. You felt the warm, sticky sensation seeping through your side. Had you been shot? You didn’t know. But when you looked down, blood.

You saw someone shove the boxes out of the way. A badge that read - Lieutenant Ghost.

“Fuckin’ boxes…” He muttered to himself, but then paused when he saw you - bloodied, bruise, injured, on the verge of passing the out.

“C’mere, kid. It ain’t safe here..” He grumbled, looking around for any enemies nearby as he held his hand out.