This is my first story so don't be surprised if it isn't all that great, also, I would appreciate any advice for my story from senior fan fiction writers. Thank you.
Prologue: The Beginning
To say the least, the man sitting on the bench, strapped into the plane looked worn. He looked around 35, maybe 37, but age hadn't duller his sensed. He looked down at his callused, beaten hands and remembered the horrors of the past five years, and when things seemed like he would recover, everything came down, hard. His dark brown eyes looked around the cabin warily, his brown hat drooping down, covering his face along with his short, brown hair.
The other man, a man is his late 20s, had stubble for a beard, ice blue eyes that had a hard look that showed that he had seen much in his life, too much, he had brown hair, average height, and had strong muscles that could move stealthily along, had bandages covering a recent wound.
The scenery flew by out the window. The rotors were screaming, the very rotors of the very helicopter, of this machine, of which had saved these two lives this day. But these lives had accomplished something that would cause them to go down into history the way nobody wanted to, but they might just be able enough proof to justify their actions, but unlikely. They'll be lucky merely to survive for 10 more days, or even 5.
Once they started to touch down in an overhang, nearly invisible from the sky, his companion stirred.
"Are we here yet Nicolai?" He yelled over the screaming rotors.
"Da." said Nicolai, his heavy Russian accent along with his 5'oclock shadow, rough face, and brown hair appearing from the cockpit, "We are here Soap."
"So, Captain Price," Nicolai said, "How did it go?"
"Fine," Price said, "We killed Sheppard, you got us out, all in all, I said we did pretty damn good considering I woke up this morning expecting to die on our little suicide mission."
"But it didn't turn out that suicidal after all" Soap said, grimacing in pain at his wound, "Well, at least not yet."
"Nicolai," Price said, "Can you bring us down now? We all need sleep badly."
"Very well, my friends, I shall bring you down at once."
"Thank you very much Nicolai, for everything."
Once Price settled down to sleep in their little dark, gloomy cave, he knew exactly he would dream about, he would dream about the bridge, five years ago, what started the hell he now lived in, what caused Gaz and the others to die, what caused all this pain, death, and suffering, no it went further than that, it went all the way back to the beginning, to the ship, to the ship, to the ship…