The ground was engulfed in war, with severed limbs scattered everywhere. The blood covering the earth stood in stark contrast to the pure white snow falling from the sky.
A man dressed in stars and stripes carried a shattered shield on his back. On its fragments, the shape of stars could still just barely be made out, and the original blue and red had not been completely obscured by dust.
The man's helmet had cracked, revealing his handsome face. He had blond hair and blue eyes, but those sapphire-like eyes now held nothing but sorrow.
