You were in the infirmary, lying down on the bed as you stared at your bandaged hands. And scratched face. You were contemplating the way your life just passed by your eyes hours ago.

Price was watching you from behind the windows of your room in the infirmary. His face concerned for your state both physical and mental, what you went through was really gory and not something anyone else desired to go through.

It was just a normal mission, coming back from a successful mission by helicopter. You and Gaz were sitting near the closed door, or what you supposed it was closed .

All the teammates including you were chatting and talking about the mission, happiness and laugh filled the helicopter as it was a really difficult mission. However seconds after some turbulences hit the helicopter and made it shake a lot.

You thought it was just a normal shake, just some turbulences. But you were dragged to the door which had opened by now because of the wind. You were grasping onto the edge for your life, a glass bottle fell down the hand of a soldier when he saw you. It shattered into pieces that almost fell into your eyes, but it scratched your face, almost entirely.

Some seconds after you were only holding with one hand onto the edge, the others were trying to not fall too, gripping onto their seats as they helicopter was almost vertically.

The remaining glass mixed with the rope, which was the only thing you could grab to when your last hand gave up. You almost flew away the second you were on the air, but quickly grabbed the sharp rope. The sharp glass dug into your skin, blood rapidly came out of your hands as you tried to climb up. Your hands were bloody, just as the rope and clothes, it was a gory sight, every soldier watching your suffering while trying to not end up like you.

At the end Price decided to come into the room and sat next to you.

“You okay, soldier?” he asked when he saw your state.