(Predator RP) Snakes in the Grass

[Dark child]

Liam awoke to a great rumbling, one witch he could feel throughout his body. It vibrated and shook, moving up his legs which appeared to be resting on some cold surface from what he could tell. His sunglasses nearly slipped off as the vibration began to increase. The soldier's eyes tried to make sense of the situation as he looked out into the dim space in front of him. The only light that of which came from slits in the walls, the air was chilly against his skin, and wind whistled around him. He immediately knew where he was.

Or at least partially. The veteran could tell that he was in the air, possibly the cargo hold of some plane, or helicopter. He had ridden in enough of the clunky aircraft to know. But why was he inside the cargo? It appeared that way..some kind of crate..too dark to tell. As he fumbled around, still partially dazed and trying to get his bearings, someone spoke, someone who was not only close, he was sure that they were in the crate with him.
"What the fuck did I drink?! Boon! I swear to god, if this is one of your pranks again!" The voice sounded agitated to say the least.

This whole thing wasn't making any sense, only complicated by the unfamiliar voice, which only served to confuse Liam more. Shifting unto his knees, albeit a bit unsteadily, he moved towards one of the cracks, his eyes squinting as the harsh light of the sun shone through the crack and into his retinas. Taking a moment or two to adjust. He looked outwards, the wind from the tiny crack drying his eyes.

Liam's heart sped up. They weren't in the air, they were falling. Their rate of decent accelerating rapidly. Looking down, he saw the tops of a forest canopy rushing forward to meet them.
"Oh my god." He breathed out, his voice hardly a whisper.

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[Herrith]

Waking up in a metal box that was falling at a decently accelerating pace was the last thing anyone wanted. Or, that's how Bear saw it. He punched the roof of the box with a fairly loud expletive following right behind the loud clang and had the smarts to look down. Jungle canopy. What happened to Afghanistan? There wasn't jungle where he was deployed. And as he prepared for a fairly hard impact and a grisly death, another voice to his left was screaming something about a prank. What kind of sick joke was this? It didn't matter. He gave it five seconds till they became pancakes, at most.

Well, it's been a hell of a ride. That's all he could think of as they were about to hit hard ground.

@Dark child