It was a stormy lightning filled night. His helicopter was shot down and he wasnt alone. He was with thousands of enemies in every direction, and sitting by his side where his five dead squadmates. All the weapons were lost in the crash. A tactical nuke was inbound and the last clock until it hit was broken in the crash. So he did the only thing he knew. He fought until he made his way out, or he was dead. He picked a direction and went there. He ran to the last known enemy location. When he arrived, there were trucks loading up and getting ready to leave. He ran up and rolled underneath the truck with the cover of the storm. Soon the truck started to move and he slowly climbed up to the back of the truck. He quickly made his way to the passanger seat, he ripped open the door grapped the pistol sitting in the passenger seat and shot the driver. He kicked the driver out of the truck and started his way of escape. He glanced in the rear view mirror, and saw a glimmer in the sky. He thought to himself that it might be a sign of good luck, then he realised what the glimmer was. He never made it out.