AUTHORS NOTES
Feeling a bit dodgy about this one. I was playing COD one night, just getting bored, and was watching how to train your dragon and I though what if I mixed COD with HTTYD so i was inspired to write this and here it is. Chapter 2 coming soon so follow this story and just give me a couple of days to write it. Please review this chapter because it means a lot to me and I appreciate every single one of them. Enjoy!
PS. These characters are not original from COD, they are all part of my own imagination

NEW BEGINNINGS

"Sergeant Jack Winnary"
"Sir!" replied the young soldier. He'd done this a thousand times already since the start of the journey across the vast Russian barren land. The shouts of Captain MacMillan had been drowned out by the noise of the helicopter. That plus the wailing of the damaged engine and the screams of the wind made it almost impossible to hear him even though he was screaming the names. Jack glanced at the back of the helicopter. There was soldiers lying across the floor surrounded with medics, screaming in agonizing pain. The cries where a nightmare. They where but a couple of men out of millions that had been destroyed by this painful war.

As jack looked across at them he observed their battle wounds. They where horrendous. One of them, 20 or so, had a major wound to his arm and leg while the other had a stab wound to the side of his chest, screaming as one of the medics injected a clear substance through his arm. He glanced at the third, a young kid that had been caught in cross fire. The medic seemed to be urgently shaking the boy, checking his pulse until he looked up in disbelieve and whispered to the other with a tear to his eye that the boy hadn't made it. Jack couldn't look at the boy no longer. As he was being sipped up into a black bag, he took his helmet off in respect and suddenly realised what exactly he was getting into. He could end up like the boy, lying lifeless in a black death bag. He started to think about his own family. He had a beautiful 3 year old daughter and was expecting a boy in the next 3 months. He started to get slightly emotional. Just 3 more months. This journey seemed like a one way ticket to hell.

The guilt had hung over the soldiers ever since they left the ground. They had been defeated by the USSR and where travelling at full speed to where they would strike next. New York. MacMillan had explained to them that the USSR where planning on detonating 3 nukes across the USA. New York, Washington DC, and Los Angeles. Three of the main major cities. There was a great sense of urgency in the helicopter. People where getting the rappels ready for there long descent into the unknown, not knowing if they where going to make it out there alive. Or if they where even going to use them. There was said to be street after street lined with missile launchers and other heavy infantry. Jack shivered at the though of it.

The soviets where advancing at an alarming rate, and they where constantly reminded of this. Yet still Jack didn't understand why he was here, why he even signed up for this...this painful struggle of constantly cheating death until that one time where death gets a lucky hit and then before you know it your dead. "Maybe I'm just getting homesick" He said to himself, "pull yourself together! Stop being so sorry for yourself and man up!"

"Wake up sleepy head, we're in action!" A familiar blurred voice shouted as Jack slowly gained consciousness. "I fell asleep over all that noise?" Jack thought in amazement. He couldn't think about it now. The bodies at the back had disappeared and everyone was going crazy, hooking rappels to their waists, waiting patiently for orders. "Here's the plan. The USSR have advanced and are trying to take over New York. We will not let this happen, you understand! Our job is to defend the Brooklyn Bridge and ultimately stop the Russians from gaining entry to New York! They're using a sky full of hacked hunter killer drones so be careful, you hear!" A heroic "Uhraa!" was chanted from the group. Macmillan's words of wisdom where reassuring enough but how can you reassure a task force from almost certain death?

As jack stepped up to get ready to rappel, he looked out of the helicopter. He stood there, staring in disbelief at the bridge, shaking in pure fear. There was army transport racing across the bridge, dodging the constant bombardment of drones and shells. Constant explosions and destruction camouflaged the ground like it was a mine field. He stared, open jawed at the sight of a collapsing sky scraper, once standing and within a few seconds, a pile of smoking rubble. Never in all his life had he been more scared. "Wake up daydreamer" Said one of his fellow men, "I know, it's hard to believe this place was once thriving with life and now its a war zone. Russia will pay dearly for this..."

"Cut the chit chat ladies!" Interrupted Macmillan, "on my command! 3! 2! 1!" At that moment they dropped down like a
spider on a web to the rubble that covered the ground and in an instant, scattered to find cover. "My turn". As jack goes to attach the rope to his waist a strange sight catches his eye. Is that an RPG? His heart rate starts to increase as he sees the shell launch out of the barrel. Time seems to slow down, his life flashes past him. He can hear a buzzing alarm indicating that there has been a missile lock. They're all out of flares so survival seems hopeless. The shell detonates at the tail of the helicopter and he gets thrown out of the other side of the craft. He manages to hold on to the floor as they begin to lose altitude. The craft starts to spin uncontrollably and the pilots are going crazy. He feels himself slipping and starts to panic. Then he begins to lose his strength. His vision begins to go black until he loses his grip and somehow feels a sort of tranquility in his soul as he loses consciousness. "This can't be the end" he thought, "Not like this"