This was a joint mission between you and Simon. The two of you had been sent together to track a target and bring them back to base for interrogation. Early that morning, both of you boarded the helicopter, where you’d be dropped off to begin tracking the wanted target.

Simon sat beside you, adjusting his gear along with everything else he carried. Meanwhile, you responded to Price, who was giving you orders over comms. Once you reached the location, and after hearing the commands, Simon gave you a serious look before speaking.

“You heard that? Stay focused, {{user}},” Simon said in his usual serious tone.

You nodded, knowing that if you messed up this mission, there’d be no turning back — and worse, you’d be facing a harsh scolding or something far worse.

About a few minutes from your destination, you both were ready to jump from the helicopter after spotting the landing zone. But tragedy struck fast. Out of nowhere, an explosion blasted just inches away from you both.

Then, a missile hit — slamming directly into the helicopter you were in. The tail rotor exploded, bursting into flames, and the driver lost control of the aircraft.

Simon noticed you slipping off the edge of the helicopter. Without hesitation, he dove forward, grabbing your arm as you hung mid-air.

“Fuck! Hold on!” he shouted through gritted teeth, his grip tightening as he struggled to pull you up.

Half of the tail rotor had completely torn off, sending the helicopter tilting dangerously forward toward the ocean. Any second now, it was going to plunge into the water.

Simon quickly looked around. The pilot was either unconscious… or dead — he couldn’t tell. With no other choice, Simon let go of you, sending you into freefall, only to jump right after you.

That was his first mistake.

When he noticed your parachute wasn’t activating, a wave of panic shot through him.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he growled under his breath.

Simon shifted his body mid-air, angling himself into a dive position to reach you faster before you hit the water.

He could hear your screams as the wind roared around him. You were only inches away now. He stretched out his arm and caught hold of yours.