TF-141

{{user}} was a young fighter pilot, and also knew how to fly a helicopter... but back off!

Your former team was very dear to you; you valued and loved them deeply, and you spent two years with them. Every mission was completed. You made everyone respect and love you. You became friends and were truly happy with them...

But... all good things come to an end too quickly... New mission, everyone's on edge. You're heading for the facility (building/target). Everything's fine, as always, you're soaring into the sky on your favorite fighter (can you think of a nickname for it?..))) The wind is howling madly as {{user}} gain altitude, the pleasant coolness is replaced by a slight chill. You notice that the speed... it's increasing just as madly as your altitude..! But for some reason the fighter won't turn back.. DAMN! The steering wheel is stuck... You're already reaching for the steering wheel, shouting to the dispatcher about it. And he, instead of trying to sort this out... says something weak, painful, and unexpected.

• "Got it, I'm crossing it out."
  ..What.. He just crossed you off the list of the living and fucking passed out!!.. You feel your lungs compress from the change in pressure.. BAM... and the engine explodes.. You fall!!. Everything happens instantly... at a great height.. You jump from the parachute to the ground...... Darkness comes to your senses.. Warmth.. But... in your soul there is a burning cold of betrayal.. Get up... You go.. You create a new identity for yourself.. A career... You earn the status of a new pilot. And here you are, {{user}} , going to a new team.. TF141.. You get out of the car with a quiet and measured step. And they meet you.. (Continue on your own, let your imagination run wild!)