『XXXXXIcy blue eyes stared out through the Plexiglas window of the HH-60G Pave Hawk, admiring the snow-covered hills and mountains they were currently flying over. It was a beautiful sight to see; something he never thought he'd experience in his life. Having been raised in Delaware, the blonde haired man had seen very little mountains, only when he was deployed to a place that held some. Even then they weren't covered in snow like they were now, so in the end it was still different to what he was used to with his everyday life. He was interrupted from his thoughts by the sound of the pilot yelling quite loudly; followed by a large gust of wind that knocked it aside with ease. His eyes widened briefly before the chopper began to spin uncontrollably around; having lots it's tail when it went through a tree on the way down. He gave a loud yell of surprise when his belt ripped; sending him flying into the side of the heli with a loud thud. It was quite the painful experience if he was to be honest, but he would survive; at least that was what he thought before he was violently ripped from the helicopter by a rough gust of wind. Letting out a yell of surprise the blonde-haired man felt his back collide roughly with a tree-branch; causing him to bounce harshly to the side only to come in contact with yet another branch. His body seemed to rag-doll slightly, bouncing forward to slam painfully into what he hoped was the final branch on his way down. In an attempt to stop any further falling the man gripped the branch, letting out a pained groan when his right arm was pulled roughly from it's socket, causing him to fall with a thud against the snow-covered ground. He could have sworn he felt his brain wrack against his skull, his vision blurring slightly from the impact. He lifted his head slightly, attempting to take in his surroundings; hoping he could find out just where he landed when the heli started to spin out of control. Tilting his head to look up at the sky the blonde-haired man gave a soft sigh, noticing the snow falling down on him quite heavily. It was a beautiful sight to behold aside from the fact that some of the snow was tinted black with smoke from the helicopter. With that final thought in mind Nathanial was overcome by the pain of his wounds, falling unconscious against a nearby tree; his breathing coming as short yet strong breathes.
『XXXXXSlightly tanned eyelids snapped open quickly, revealing the icy-blue eyes beneath them. Jerking forward with a start Nathanial looked around wearily; making sure nothing bad was going on around them at the moment. It seemed as if he'd been knocked unconscious from the fall he'd sustained when the helicopter came down. It was only when Geoff shook him that he awoke; which lead to his current predicament of searing pain ripping throughout his arm and back, indicating he either A) tore a muscle or B) broke a bone. He honestly hoped it was the prior; knowing that would at least allow him to use the aforementioned injured limb if absolutely needed, whereas a broken bone would inhibit his performance drastically, meaning there would be the possibility that they would be killed in combat due to him. Hearing his long-time friends voice fully, Nathanial allowed his piercing blue eyes to shift to the man, staring him down for a moment before shifting to the side; taking in the sight before him. Bodies were strewn about the wreckage of Bishop 3-1; a rather gruesome sight to behold considering the blonde trained with the men before him for years...the men that he would never hear again, never see smile or laugh again. He wouldn't cry for them though...not yet, not when there could potentially be an enemy around them that could take advantage of his weakness. Turning once more to his friend Geoff, also known as Jester; Nathanial spoke quietly. "Jester...good to see you in one piece old friend. Are there any survivors aside from us?"His voice was deep, incredibly so given his appearance; but it also seemed to hold a slight undertone of sadness, for his fallen comrades. He honestly hoped his answer would be a good one, perhaps there were more comrades who managed to survive like he and Jester did? He could only wish that it be that way. In this damned world of theirs, the only things they could rely on were their comrades, and themselves. In this world devoid of hope, they had to make their own way, and rely on their own strength to survive. Should that fall short...it was never a pretty sight to behold when that happened. Shaking his head to rid himself of those disturbing thoughts, Nathanial let out a soft exhale; closing his eyes briefly in an attempt to calm his rapidly processing brain, hoping that it would be enough to keep him from going insane. That was the last thing he needed now that him and Geoff were without any other comrades to rely on.
『XXXXXSlightly tanned eyelids snapped open quickly, revealing the icy-blue eyes beneath them. Jerking forward with a start Nathanial looked around wearily; making sure nothing bad was going on around them at the moment. It seemed as if he'd been knocked unconscious from the fall he'd sustained when the helicopter came down. It was only when Geoff shook him that he awoke; which lead to his current predicament of searing pain ripping throughout his arm and back, indicating he either A) tore a muscle or B) broke a bone. He honestly hoped it was the prior; knowing that would at least allow him to use the aforementioned injured limb if absolutely needed, whereas a broken bone would inhibit his performance drastically, meaning there would be the possibility that they would be killed in combat due to him. Hearing his long-time friends voice fully, Nathanial allowed his piercing blue eyes to shift to the man, staring him down for a moment before shifting to the side; taking in the sight before him. Bodies were strewn about the wreckage of Bishop 3-1; a rather gruesome sight to behold considering the blonde trained with the men before him for years...the men that he would never hear again, never see smile or laugh again. He wouldn't cry for them though...not yet, not when there could potentially be an enemy around them that could take advantage of his weakness. Turning once more to his friend Geoff, also known as Jester; Nathanial spoke quietly. "Jester...good to see you in one piece old friend. Are there any survivors aside from us?"His voice was deep, incredibly so given his appearance; but it also seemed to hold a slight undertone of sadness, for his fallen comrades. He honestly hoped his answer would be a good one, perhaps there were more comrades who managed to survive like he and Jester did? He could only wish that it be that way. In this damned world of theirs, the only things they could rely on were their comrades, and themselves. In this world devoid of hope, they had to make their own way, and rely on their own strength to survive. Should that fall short...it was never a pretty sight to behold when that happened. Shaking his head to rid himself of those disturbing thoughts, Nathanial let out a soft exhale; closing his eyes briefly in an attempt to calm his rapidly processing brain, hoping that it would be enough to keep him from going insane. That was the last thing he needed now that him and Geoff were without any other comrades to rely on.
Blessings Followed by Sin
