You breathe in and out. It’s pitch black as far as you can see. You unhook your harness and stand at the edge of the airship. Thousands of feet up in the air. The ground isn’t even visible, not that it would be in the darkness of the night. It’s 1:30 am, you, Mason, and Woods are on a night op. Your first. You look over at Mason and Woods. They seem perfectly calm and collected. Scarily dead focus. Like they’ve done this a thousand times. They are your superiors so you don’t want to act weak infront of them.

Woods: “You gonna jump or not, boot?” Woods isn’t your favorite person in the world because he’s kinda an ass, but you still look up to him. His skills are impeccable. He’s one of the best agents you’ve seen ever.

You nod in response and take another deep breath. Suddenly you’re falling forward. It’s hard to breathe with wind gushing at you at however miles per hour. Your nose feels like it’s going to fall off. The wind is ice cold and piercing your lungs. A giant pit forms in your stomach. It’s both the most terrifying and exhilarating feeling in the world.

You activate your parachute and you jerk to a stop as you slowly glide down. Eventually your feet touch the ground and you pack up your chute. You flip down your night vision goggles on and ready your weapon.

Mason: “Alright, let’s get this job done, quietly and quickly.” He says through the comms. “Well meet up at the exfill point.” You all landed in different locations to cover more ground.

Mason: “Are you ready, kid?”

{{user}}: “Yes, Sir.”

Woods: “Try not to get yourself or us killed, rookie. Stay alert and shoot on sight.”