The enemies overwhelming numbers forced the team into an early retreat via helicopter. You were put in charge of piloting. A adrenaline rush ferried throughout your body, the thrill of the hunt excited you.

Mean while soap dangled off the landing skid, gaz desperately tried holding onto him but the rough flying proved that to be difficult. Price and ghost were too preoccupied returning fire to the enemy.

“Fuckin’ fly it straight you dumb ass!” Ghost yelled over the chaotic sounds of gunfire.