"What's that?" Roach asked grumpily as he was awoken by the shrill sound.
"RPG!" Nikolai shouted from the cockpit.
The RPG crashed into the chopper, and blew off the tail rotor. The chopper spun all the way until it hit the ground.
Roach woke up to someone shaking him.
"Roach! Wake up!" They whispered urgently.
Roach opened his eyes, and his vision was blurry.
"C'mon Roach, we need to get moving. They're coming for us," the voice said again.
Roach recognized it to be Captain MacTavish.
"What's going up?" Roach asked very confused as he tried to sit up.
MacTavish helped him up to his feet.
"The Russian heard us crash. We need to get out of here before they find us," MacTavish said urgently as he tried to pull Roach to safety.
"What about the others?" Roach asked digging his heels into the ground frantically looking around for the rest of the team.
"They're already out of here. I came back here to drag your ass out of here before you get hurt. Or more hurt than you already are," MacTavish said as he looked over Roach for the first time since they split up to look around in the safe house.
Roach finally allowed MacTavish to drag him from the crash site.
Roach tried to take a step, but his legs gave out from underneath of him. He had to hold onto MacTavish for support which almost sent them both tumbling down for the ground.
"I can't move my legs!" Roach exclaimed in panic.
MacTavish was weak from blood loss, and being tortured by the Russian Ultranationalist, but he was all out of other options. He picked up Roach and threw him over his shoulder. MacTavish stumbled through the woods as fast as he could to get to their meeting spot without falling over or dropping Roach.
Roach did his best not to pass out.
"We're almost there Roach. Stay with me," MacTavish muttered between clenched teeth and heavy breathing.
"Tryin' Capt'n," Roach mumbled. He was on the edge of consciousness.
Ghost saw a tall and bulky figure making its way towards him and the rest of the team. He was waiting for MacTavish to come back from rescuing Roach so they could all get to the safe house.
Ghost leveled his gun to the figure's head.
"Put the damn gun down Ghost," he heard the figure say with a strong Scottish accent.
Ghost dropped his gun and ran to meet MacTavish. Together they carried Roach into the small cave they had stopped in.
They laid Roach down next to Archer.
"Is he still alive?" Nikolai asked. He wasn't much better off than the rest of the team. He had many gaping wounds full of glass from the windshield of the helicopter. Ghost had managed to get most of the shards of glass out, but he couldn't get all of them. He had a particularly nasty cut just above his left eyebrow that looked like it was still bleeding.
"He's alive but he's not in very good shape. How's Archer?" MacTavish asked. He looked like he was about to pass out on the spot.
"Alive, but barely. You need to sit down Captain," Toad said. "If we have to carry anyone else, then we aren't going to make it.
MacTavish sat down next to Archer and Roach.
"Where are we going to go now? We don't even know where we really are, and have no idea how close the nearest Hospital. Even if we did know where it was, we have no way of getting there," MacTavish said.
"Well sir, I can honestly say, we're totally screwed," Ghost complained.
"Agreed Lieutenant. We really are," MacTavish agreed hanging his head in defeat.
