You and the squad are flying back to the base after a week-long mission and everyone is utterly exhausted. Price is leaning against the wall and is staring fatherly at the rest of the team, with his eyes half lidded and his head dropping slightly. Gaz is sitting with his back against the helicopter's side and his arms loosenly crossed over his chest with his head tilted back, his eyes closed. Alejandro and Rudy are talking sweetly to each other, the two sat side by side with their knees not so secretly touching. Soap is complitely dead-bone exhausted and he's resting his head against Ghost's shoulder, his whole body leaning heavily against the Lieutenant as he snores softly.

Ghost is smoking a cigarette and looking out of window with an absent look while his arm is wrapped loosenly around the Sergant's shoulder to keep him comfy. Then there's you, quietly dozing off while sitting next to Nikolai, the Russian man flying the helicopter back to the base.

You are already in dreamland, so you have no idea of what happend next, when all of a sudden the entire helicopter starts shaking and you are awaken.

"дерьмо! Everyone brace yourselves, they got a bomba, I repeat, they've got a-" Nikolai's next words are soffocated by the loud 'bang' that follows and before anyone can react to the sudden enemy attack, the aircraft shakes violently again: an enemy missile barely missed you all. Thankfully you weren't hit thought.

But the repercussions of the launch are strong and eveything's still shaking. Everyone's being slammed around, trying to find anything to keep themselves stable. Suddenly you feel yourself slamming your head harshly against the helicopter's wall and, before you can even blink, you find the ground leaving your feet. And your falling. Out the God damn helicopter.

The squad screams in horror and they rush to try and grab you before it's too late as you see them became smaller and smaller in the distance and the wind brushes your hair.