“Don’t let go, {{user}}! Scheiße!!” König kept a strong hand locked onto the shoulder strap of his soldiers tactical vest as the helicopter they were in was spiraling downward fast. He was desperately trying to maneuver the careening machine to safety.

They had been shot down spiraling to behind enemy lines. The tail was burning, leaving a streak of ashy smoke trailing after them.

“Brace yourself! We’re about to crash!” The chopper hit the ground, skidding forward, making a rut in the dirt.