Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, GTA: San Andreas, or COD4.
Naruto was halfway down the rope when the RPG hit the helicopter. He lost his grip and fell to the ground painfully as his fellow soldiers fired down the bridge at the swarming Ragheads. Sgt. Jackson grabbed him by the arm and dragged him behind the burning ruins of a small car. He watched as Griggs was cut down as he valiantly tried to drag another wounded soldier to cover. Jackson opened up with his m4, but the clip clicked empty and he caught a bullet in the shoulder. Naruto rolled himself over and saw the target making his way down the bridge, two guards at his either side. He gritted his teeth in anger when he saw them shooting the wounded lying all over the bridge. His strength failed him and he dropped back down from his sitting position, only to see Price staring intently at him from his position lying behind another car. Jackson moaned beside him, still clutching his empty rifle. It was then that Price grinned the largest smile he's ever seen the man give, and held his pistol in the air. Price tossed it to him, and he caught it expertly.
"Die, you motherfucking bastards!" he shouted, firing a round into the back of the left guard's head. The other turned around and opened up, but Naruto plugged him in the face, and aimed at Yuskev, who had turned halfway around, a look of shock across his features. He pulled the trigger.
'Click!' the sound echoed through his ears, and his mouth opened wide in a silent scream.
"FUCK!" Naruto sat bolt upright, soaked in sweat. He groped blindly for his combat knife for a few seconds before he remembered where he was. His breathing slowed after a few moments, and he sat there thinking about that fateful day. He still couldn't remember what had happened, how he had survived. He slumped over, finally relaxed.
'Captain Price…' they had said his heart failed. Probably from smoking all of those damn cigars. The man was one of the few that Naruto could respect, and now he was gone, just like that. Naruto sighed. It was disconcerting to see how fragile even the lives of the strong were. He swung his legs over the edge of his bed and stood up.
He gobbled down some cereal for breakfast, staring blankly into space as he did so. He really needed something to do. Emitting yet another tired sigh, he dumped the bowl into his sink. He walked back into his living room and plopped down on his couch. He grabbed the remote and flicked the TV on.
"Gang violence has reached an all-time high in Konohagakure, a large city sitting atop two islands near the West Coast. After a large-scale battle between the Leaf and Sound gangs, police arrived on the scene. The reported death toll is currently at twenty-seven…" Naruto scowled. Having lost his parents to gang violence, he detested anything to do with the murderous groups. He focused on the television again when the reporter's words caught his attention.
"The body of Russian war hero Sgt. Kamarov was found lying in the center of the battlefield…" Naruto stood up, his face contorted in rage. He knew that Kamarov had been coming to America for a vacation. This was a transgression he could not forgive. Once again, innocents were caught in the crossfire of these imbeciles! It looked like it was time to visit his parent's old home. Watch your back, Konohagakure.
AN: I know it's short but bear with me. This is just the prologue, and I'm writing it on borrowed time.