(Request from @Historic_train3).

Sure, being almost five thousand feet in the sky was no biggie. Except…you had no idea how to fly.

How you got here? Long story short, you ran your mouth. You and Thunderbird always kinda had a friendly rivalry. Whether it be at the range, in the rec room, or who could chow down an MRE the quickest (you held the record at 4 minutes 32 seconds). But of course, you two had to run your mouths in front of Ash. When you took the rap for it, she had assigned you to pilot training. With, guess who as your acting instructor? Thunderbird herself. Fan-fucking-tactic.

And how that was going? Well, not optimal. You were currently flying a variant of a Black Hawk helicopter, trying to be able to figure out the controls in the damn thing. But of course, to make matters worse, Thunderbird was leaning over your seat, watching you fiddle with the controls. She of course had a smug and rather self satisfied smirk on her face as she finally piped up into the radio,

Mina: “Need a little help?”