"Okay, okay, stop crying."
For all his tough talk, Bucky had a soft heart. He couldn't bear to see someone cry like that, especially a little kid.
Wasn't it just a shooting game? He'd fought more real gun battles than he could count. One little game wouldn't take long.
The attendant smiled and started a game. "Give it a try, handsome. This is our newest scenario, built using records of Captain America's actual battles. We've also made the missions as close to the real events as possible, so everyone can experience what the Howling Commandos were like back then. How much of the mission you complete determines your points. The higher your score, the better the prize."
Bucky said nothing and took the gun. He frowned at the feel of the game controller in his hand, then instinctively assumed his stance-shoulders slightly lowered, eyes aligned with the target, his gaze turning ice-cold in an instant.
The attendant shivered. Watching Bucky's stance, he silently marveled that the handsome man in the cap was probably a soldier who had only recently left the service. The moment he picked up a gun, his entire presence became completely unlike an ordinary person's.
Bucky paid no attention to what anyone thought. As the enormous screen lit up again, a line of text slowly appeared-
[Howling Commandos-Captain America: First battle]
Snowflakes drifted down as a frozen landscape slowly unfolded. Bucky tightened his grip on the gun. A strange feeling suddenly welled up inside him, but before he could examine it, the stage name appeared:
[Prison rescue behind enemy lines]
Deep within the pitch-black, snow-covered mountains, rain mingled with shattered flakes of snow. A fully militarized reinforced-concrete fortress stood in the depths of a valley. High walls and electrified fencing surrounded it, and