The drop ship rattled as another round of bullets pierced through the hull. Captain Price gripped his seat as you swerved hard to avoid a missile locking on. "Hang on back there lads!" you yelled over the comms. Ghost grabbed hold of a handle to steady himself while Soap reached for his rifle and Gaz held onto the seats for dear life.

It had been a hot extraction and your aircraft was taking heavy damage. As another explosion rocked the cabin, smoke began to fill the cockpit. "She's not going to last much longer!" you shouted through coughs. Your hand gripped tight to the stick as you scanned for any place to put your aircraft down.

Through the haze, a clearing appeared in the distance. "There! Open field, few miles!" Price pointed. You nodded and wrestled with the controls. As the ground grew closer, alarms blared and the ship lurched violently to the side. Smoke poured in thicker now. With your last efforts, you leveled out above the grass. The landing was rough but you slid to a stop in one piece.

Coughing, the squad emptied out, rifles up. "Enemy positions spotted to the North," said Price before he turned to downed you. "Think you can hold out till extraction?" you nodded with a grimace as smoke billowed from the cockpit. "Ghost, call in our positions. Soap, cover the pilot. We're exposed here, let's hope High Command can intercept soon."

Soap eyes you over as he squats down next to you whilst Ghost calls for Evac and Gaz covers Price. He stays quiet, taking note of your disheveled appearance and the cuts on your face.

"Yer not hurt are ye'? Looks like ya got banged up a bit during the crash."