Corporal Parker's POV

I felt a huge pain on the back of my head as i groan in pain. My Right shoulder hurt as hell as i slowly open my eyes, my vision was blurry. I could see something resembling a flame with a gray background and multiple figures. At first, The figures i saw we're my...Dead Friends...Cpl. Adam Jackson, Sgt. Michael Swofford, Cpl. Andrew Grayson, Lt. Jake Fredrick, Cpl. Tyrone Belle, Cpl. Samuel Jenkins and Pvt. Joaquin Quinn.

I see my Friends turn to me and smile, i raised my right arm at them. Reaching for them as i felt relieve to see them Alive. I see them have a Sad expression while smiling.

"Its not time Yet Parker, We'll see you soon..."

Adam says as i kept reaching out for them, they slowly turned away.

"N-No..."

I manage to mutter but as soon as i mutter those words, they we're replaced by seven Soviet Soldiers around a campfire. We we're in an Abandoned Soviet Office with Small Eight tents set around the camping site as the Soviets warm themselves around the fire while not noticing me yet.

I look Down to see i was stripped out off all of My gear with the exception of Helmet and Balaclava. Bandages we're wrapped around my right shoulder with my Jacket Off. I was laying down on an Old White Mattress with My Jacket Over me as an Blanket. As soon as i remember everything, Adrenaline kicked in. I checked my Hands to see they we're not tied to anything as i quickly look around for my gear Or Firearms. I see my Gear piled up next to my Bed of sorts, the Rifle and Sidearm all there as i quietly Stood up while stumbling, I place my Jacket back on while keeping an eye on them. Why didn't they kill me off? Or send me to an P.O.W. Camp? But it doesn't matter now, i have to find any U.S. Or NATO Personal...I can't be the only left right? I placed on my ALICE Gear and Webbing as the Soviet Soldiers conversed among each other, well only the two Male medics are talking while the rest stayed quiet as i placed my Sidearm in my Holster while shouldering my M16A2 And quickly aiming at them. As i trained my rifle on one of them i try to find an Exit to get the fuck out of Dodge. I Begin walking backwards while keeping my Aim on them. I quickly spot the two doors where i could see the outside, snow everywhere and The night sky glooming as i begin backing up towards the door.

Then one of the Russian Females spot me as i watch there eyes widen from the Visor of the Gas Mask as all of the Russians turn to the direction she was staring at. They quickly went wide eyed but then I kicked the door down and rushed out, the Cold temperature hitting me like a truck but i quickly Started to sprint away from the building towards a Nearby Crashed Apache Helicopter. The Full Moon providing Light as i see Two Apache Pilots Groaning in Pain as they struggle to get out of the Downed Apache, snow covering there flight suits as i sprint towards them. They quickly notice me and pulled out there sidearms and aimed at me.

"FUCK! GREEN! GREEN!"

I Yelled as they lower there sidearms and successfully exit the Apache. I stopped in front of them panting while they look injured and tired.

"We got to get the fuck out of dodge now! Seven reds are trailing me! We need to go now!"

I told them as they gave me a nod and we now Ran towards the Opposite direction of the Last known position of the Reds while I helped one of the injured pilot by Placing His arm around my neck, seeing his Flight suit Covered in Blood in the right leg as The other pilot kept his Speed at ours, making sure we don't get separated as we soon see Flashlights behind us from the reds.

 "Don't engage! Just go! We're outgunned and outnumbered!"

I yelled to the Two pilots as we now move up the pace. I look over my shoulder to see them Catching up to us.

"Fuck! You! Take him and get to cover! I'll try to slow them down!"

I told the Two surviving Pilots. Then All of the sudden a Humvee drove up to us, the headlights blinding us for a bit as the front Passenger seat opens. Revealing an U.S. Ranger holding an M60.

"GET IN THE HUMVEE NOW!"

He yells as we rushed to the Humvee as Gunfire erupted from the U.S. Ranger's M60 and the Gunner on the Browning, Making the Reds stop there advance as they took cover behind cars. I opened the Back Passenger seat as i placed the first pilot in then the other Pilot. I turned to the Russians one more time before getting in as the Ranger also enters.

"GO! DRIVE! DRIVE!"

The U.S. Ranger Yells at the driver, He's voice muffled by the Gas Mask He wore as the Humvee drove away from the opposite direction of the soviets as the three of us to a breath of relief.

"You boys are lucky, General Edwards, 75th Rangers. We're picking up distress calls all across the City from both NATO and Soviet Personal, We managed to setup an Base and Regroup Position in the Soviet's Police Station. We can't get any contact with any NATO Forces outside the City from a Twenty Three Mile Radius, Reds are also having the same situation. Fucking Rebels must have detonated some Anti-Communication shit. Who are you guys?"

The General Asks, the African American Man taking off his Helmet and Gasmask.

"Captain William. U.S. Army Nighthawks..."

"Captain Quill. Nighthawks..."

The pilots introduced there selves with a week tone while groaning in pain.

"Corporal Parker, U.S. Marines..."

I told the General as he gave us a reassuring nod.

"Your safe for now boys."