Crashes are often expected in the airforce, you're lucky to not have one. But the lucky Arwyn Marnie hasn't crashed yet... until, he was doing a routine survey of the area when he was shot at. He tried directing himself back to base, but instead his...
It was a routine survey. Why was this happening. Why was I dragged into this war? I want to go home. This isn't fair.
Those were Arwyn's only thoughts as he spiralled to the ground. Not even the ghost of his usual cocky smirk was left on his face. He was just crying and praying to god to let him live. He desperately pulled up with the plane, trying to get out of this nosedive. He could see the American's watching as his plane dove right at them. He could see them running, medics and soldiers scurrying around.
Finally he managed to pull up, before crashing into the ground. His head hurt, it hurt so badly. His head was bleeding as he opened his eyes. His plane was half buried in the ground, semi on fire. American soldiers ran over and helped him out. Paratroopers, evidently. His vision was too woozy, and he ended up blacking out.
As he was unconscious he was lifted towards a medical tent, set down on a bed and examined for wounds. And after a few hours, Arwyn woke up. He was bombarded with questions but his mind was spinning too much to focus. What the fuck was he supposed to do now?
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Intro
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Arwyn ^^^
I'm only going to continue this if people want me to, it was more of a test to see what my limits are. <33
