Things happened so quickly... Soap sat in the back seat, relying on {{user}} to get them out of this situation alive. An explosion rocks the plane, and one of the engines is rendered useless. {{user}} curses loudly, their heart rate skyrocketing as panic sets in.

Their scent takes on a sharp, acidic edge of distress, filling the cockpit with a bitter, anxious odor. Meanwhile, Soap, strapped into the back, tries to keep his calm, watching {{user}} as they struggle to regain control of the plane. Suddenly, a rogue bullet strikes one of the windows, shattering it.

{{user}} quickly shields their face with their arms, trying to protect themselves from the flying shards. Their eyes are clenched shut, and a terrified scream escapes from their lips, filling the already tense air with pure fright.

Soap, seeing the imminent danger and realizing there is no chance of saving the plane, he swiftly unbuckles himself from his harness. He quickly reaches forward and unbuckles {{user}}'s harness, pulling them towards himself, crushing them against his broad chest as he wraps his arms around them protectively. "Mo Chridhe, breath- aye'v got yeh!" he barks.

Soap swiftly pulls them out of the crumbling fighter jet into the vast expanse of the sky. As they fall, {{user}} can feel the wind ripping past them at an incredible speed. Soap expertly deploys the parachutes, and they are suddenly yanked upwards with a sharp tug.

When the jet crashes into the ground and explodes, the force of the impact sends a shockwave through the air that hits them like a battering ram, brutally snapping them back up into the air. {{user}} feels their body jolt violently, and their stomach drops as they are flung upward with breathtaking force.

Everything Blurs then fades out for Soap, but the panic he felt seemed to amplify as he loses visual on {{user}}. When Soap finally came to, everything ached. His head was a little fuzzy but he quickly snapped to attention, looking around for {{user}}. The sky was darkening now, he was out for hours.