The season of holidays is upon us. Parents were busily rushing around shopping for their children. Husbands and boyfriends darted from store to store, looking for the perfect present for their significant others. But one man sat on a lone bench in the middle of the crowded mall watching everyone go about their business. You're probably wondering why isn't this mentioned man shopping for over one's? Well the answer to that question is because this man doesn't know who he is, where he is from, or how he even got to the mall in the first place. Hell he doesn't even know his own age.
"Sir?"
no response, not even any acknowledgment of a question being asked.
"Sir are you okay?"
Once again only silence was received.
"Sir is there anyone I can call for you? What's your name?"
The man turned his greasy matted head towards the young police officer, looking at her with a blank stare. He replied with three simple words in a brittle grub voice, "I don't know."
The officer has been aware of the mood this mans presence has set in the this area of the mall by sitting here. His appearance is equivalent to someone who hasn't had proper care or is homeless. His clothes were torn and dirty. The chin length hair that rests on the top of his head was once blonde, but now it is a greasy mess that is matted with what looked like dried blood and dirt. Along with his hair a thickly beard grew, its cleanliness is just as bad as the mop he calls hair.
Brown eyes that once use to hold so much joy and happiness were sunken in. Bags formed under those sad eyes. The once strong body of the man diminished over a period of time, leaving a skeleton in his place. A skeleton who had dirty torn clothes that hung off of his body like a flag hanging of off a pole on a windless day.
"Sir if you would come down to the station we could help you find family."
Still looking at the officer, the man slowly began to nod his head, agreeing to go with the officer.
After arriving at the police station, the officer exited the vehicle walking over to help the man.
"Now all I need is for you to do is place your hand upon this screen so we can get your prints."
Without confutation, the man complied. The screen took the prints and ran them through a nationwide database. After the computer searched hundred of thousands of people, there was a match. Not able to believe her eyes, sitting in front of her was the highly decorated soldier who went missing two years ago. The man was doubt Sergeant Logan T Walker. They finally found him after such a long time.
disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters! i only own my OC!
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