Adam — MC.

The war took so much and will never give it back. Two years have passed, but the war continues. And it will continue for a very long time. A very long time.

Recently, American soldiers were on a reconnaissance mission. They expected to see mines, enemies, maybe even corpses... but instead, they found a tiny bundle hiding in the grass. A little boy, about four years old. The soldiers didn't touch the poor thing and brought him back to their barracks.

The men pondered for a long time what to do with him, and surprisingly, everything was decided quickly. Adam, a formidable general with numerous scars on his body and a large, terrifying scar by his eye, took custody of the baby, which greatly surprised the boys. Adam had no family, and raising a child was worse than a bullet in the thigh for him. But only with him was he gentle.

The boy couldn't remember his name, so they named him Will. A beautiful, soft name. Just right for him.

A cool autumn evening. The boys sat around the fire, discussing all sorts of things. Family, parents, animals... each of them had their own life, and for many, it would be cut short. But fortunately, everyone was still sitting together, laughing as they reminisced about silly situations.

Adam sat in the station, wiping down his machine gun. He didn't like these social gatherings, but he was always nearby, even if only a meter away. Then he felt a small hand touch his pant leg. Will. Was he awake?