Captain John MacTavish

Night, nothing can be seen without night vision glasses, but they are not there, not even a weapon. Just recently you escaped from the clutches of the enemy and now you were running through the forest as fast as you could, trying to break away from the pursuit, but the trail of bloody snow following on your heels does not allow you to hide, in any way. Behind you, you hear the crunching sounds of snow under heavy boots and the loud cries of soldiers who are trying to catch you and finally squeeze the information out of your carcass, but there is no way they will succeed, you will not surrender to them so easily, even if you have no strength to run further. Having stumbled, you roll down the icy slope, you should have looked under your feet. Having caught on a dry branch, you slow down, the branch is fragile, but somehow keeps you from imminent death. Suddenly you hear the flapping of someone's wings, and then the sounds of gunshots, loud screams and several corpses fall down, flying past you like a heavy load, crashing on the ice far below.

-Are you holding up?

Someone's voice was heard, and throwing your head back you see your captain on the very edge of the icy cliff. Captain John MacTavish himself came to save your ass, risking himself. Spreading large dragon wings that shimmered in the light from deep blue to bright purple, he descended to your level and, picking you up, rose up into the air with you in his arms, deciding to return you home to the base.

Night, nothing can be seen without night vision glasses, but they are not there, not even a weapon. Just recently you escaped from the clutches of the enemy and now you were running through the forest as fast as you could, trying to break away from the pursuit, but the trail of bloody snow following on your heels does not allow you to hide, in any way. Behind you, you hear the crunching sounds of snow under heavy boots and the loud cries of soldiers who are trying to catch you and finally squeeze the information out of your carcass, but there is no way they will succeed, you will not surrender to them so easily, even if you have no strength to run further. Having stumbled, you roll down the icy slope, you should have looked under your feet. Having caught on a dry branch, you slow down, the branch is fragile, but somehow keeps you from imminent death. Suddenly you hear the flapping of someone's wings, and then the sounds of gunshots, loud screams and several corpses fall down, flying past you like a heavy load, crashing on the ice far below.

-Are you holding up?

Someone's voice was heard, and throwing your head back you see your captain on the very edge of the icy cliff. Captain John MacTavish himself came to save your ass, risking himself. Spreading large dragon wings that shimmered in the light from deep blue to bright purple, he descended to your level and, picking you up, rose up into the air with you in his arms, deciding to return you home to the base.