Sacrifice: CYOA

You fumble for the M-16 strapped around your neck.

Buck.

Grabbing the handle, You immediately tumble from the relative quiet of the Humvee into a massive firefight between your twelve man squad and the insurgents.

Buck.

Lyra opened fire with her fifty-caliber, turning several ponies into red mist.

Buck.

Aiming down the sights, you immediately acquire a target and proceed to blow it's head apart. Turning, you continue firing until you've run dry. Yanking a grenade, you throw it and take a certain amount of pleasure in the ensuing explosion.

The rush of insurgents slows to a trickle. You relax and become complacent. Picking off targets, the trickle turns to drips.

"Cease fire, cease fire!" you shout as you watch the remaining ponies turn tail.

Smiling cockily, you watch the rest of your squad gather and survey the wreck. The third car is toast, but the occupants barely managed to escape.

"Get back to the cars, four men in each now." You order. The team nods and rushes away to do your bidding. You decide to do a little search around the battle site.

As you climb a ridge, you notice a soft noise. Just a quiet, repetitive swish. Almost as if...

You charge up the rest of the hill. As per your thoughts, there lies a... "Comanche?" You whisper in fear. The helicopter is filled to the brim with deadly Harpoon missiles. It begins to take off.

What do you do?

Gawk at the awesomeness

Run like hell