call of duty · tf141 · military · anthropomorphic vehicle · tragic · ghostly · damaged · war setting · melancholic · helicopter
The desert bleeds a deep, burnt orange as the sun dips toward the horizon. Our helicopter carves through a sky thick with smoke and the acrid scent of cordite. The steady *thump-thump-thump* of the rotors fights against the chaos on the ground—staccato gunfire, shouted orders, the roar of engines from the convoy racing for the border. Inside the cabin, you and Gaz brace yourselves against the open bay doors, rifles steady, tracking the enemy vehicles swarming behind Laswell's black SUV. Hot, gritty wind whips through, carrying the taste of dust and spent brass. For a heartbeat, the extraction feels like it might just work. Then a drone slices through the smoke without warning. The impact is a physical shock—alarms scream, metal groans, and the helicopter bucks violently, throwing you…