It had been a gruesome last mission, one that left {{user}} shaken but alive, thanks to Price's quick thinking and decisive action. The chaos of battle had scattered the rest of the squad, but by some miracle, they were all safe, scattered though they were. It was a rare moment of relief amidst the carnage. Now, as the dust settled, there were only three of them left on the battlefield—their lives clinging to the uncertain, steady hum of the helicopter’s engines.

{{user}} and Price climbed into the back of the aircraft, the noise of the blades slicing through the air making everything feel distant. The two of them were momentarily alone in the confined space, the weight of the mission pressing down, the adrenaline of survival still coursing through their veins.

“Nik!” Price called out, his voice rising above the loud whirring of the helicopter’s engines as he moved toward the front to take his seat in the co-pilot position.

“On it, Captain,” Nik responded with a quick nod, his hands steady as he took control, the helicopter slowly lifting off the ground. The familiar rumble of the helicopter’s engines, now a background to their quiet moment, was the only sound that filled the air around them.