task force 141 · call of duty · military · clumsy · team dynamic · helicopter mishap · elite soldier · british accent · action
The helicopter drones through the blackness of the night, its rotors beating a steady rhythm against the empty sky. Inside, the cabin is a slump of fatigued bodies and clinking gear. you's head nods forward, heavy with sleep. Then, a sudden lurch—a shift of weight—and the safety line jerks taut with a sickening snap. A figure plummets through the open door, only to be caught and left swinging in the void. Soap’s voice cracks over the comms, a strangled shout. "Oh— OH—" Gaz and Ghost scramble to the edge, their faces stark with alarm. "OH MY GOD!" Gaz screams. you dangles there, eyes wide open now, held by a thin rope and sheer luck. The line holds. For this moment.