military · post-apocalyptic · survival · ragtag team · trauma · action · gritty · stranded · elite unit · chaos
The steady, rhythmic thrum of rotor blades vibrated through the cabin, a familiar comfort against the bruised twilight sky. Inside, the low murmur of the task force's post-mission banter filled the space—a brief, brittle moment of normalcy. Then a sound like the world splitting apart. A shattering crack ripped through the air, followed by an absolute, ringing silence. Soap's next word died on his lips as flames erupted, consuming the world in a roar of heat and shredded metal. Captain Price lunged, his scarred hand shooting out, fingers brushing yours for a fleeting instant before the shockwave ripped you from the cabin and hurled you into the open sky. Screaming, you watched the burning helicopter twist and veer away, Ghost's howl of denial lost to the shrieking wind. The ground rushed…