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MISSION IMPOSSIBLE:

SKYFALL

Ethan hunt x y/n y/l/n

Synopsis: y/n’s first time jumping from a helicopter.

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The roar of the helicopter blades thundered overhead, vibrating through your bones as you crouched just inside the open side door. Wind lashed at your face, turning your breaths ragged and shallow, the harness around your torso cutting tighter with each one.

Below you was nothing but cloud cover—thick and endless, masking jagged mountain peaks waiting far beneath. Your boots skidded slightly on the metal floor as the chopper dipped into a wide arc.

You pressed yourself back against the wall, heart hammering, pulse screaming in your ears. You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t do this.

This wasn’t a training op. This was real. And you were about to hurl yourself out of a moving helicopter at 15,000 feet.

“Y/N!”

Ethan’s voice cut through the storm of panic. Sharp. Calm. Familiar.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t.

He crouched down in front of you, bracing himself with one hand on the wall, the other reaching gently for your arm. His fingers wrapped around your forearm with just enough pressure to keep you tethered.

“Hey. Eyes on me.”

You blinked, your vision tunneling.

“Come on,” he said again, softer now. “Look at me.”

Your eyes locked with his.

And for a moment, the chaos shrank. Ethan’s face was calm, unwavering. That quiet strength in his gaze — like he’d seen the end of the world and still believed in your ability to get through this.

“I can’t,” you breathed, voice barely audible over the wind. “I can’t do it, Ethan. I’m not ready—I’m not like you—”

“You don’t have to be like me,” he said immediately, tone firm but not unkind. “You just have to be you. And right now? You’re panicking. That’s normal. It’s not weakness. It’s your brain saying, ‘This is a bad idea.’ But I need you to hear me—”

He placed his palm lightly over your chest, right above your heart.

“You’re safe. Right here, right now. You’re not falling. You’re just breathing.”

Your breath hitched again, but you tried to follow him.

“In through your nose,” he guided. “Four seconds.”

You inhaled.

“Good. Now out. Six seconds. Mouth.”

You exhaled.

“Again.”

This time it was steadier.

“There you go.” He gave the faintest nod. “You feel that? That’s control. Not over the fear — but over yourself. That’s what matters.”

“I’m not sure I can jump.”

Ethan’s expression didn’t flinch. “Yes, you can. You trained for this. You’ve done the work. The fear’s loud right now, but that doesn’t mean it’s right.”

You looked past him at the open door. The clouds churned beneath you like a white ocean, the horizon endless.

Your stomach turned.

He saw it — and leaned in slightly. “When I jumped for the first time, I was convinced I’d black out halfway down. Thought I’d mess it up. Thought I’d die.” He gave a small smile. “I didn’t.”

You couldn’t help it — your lip twitched. “Well, clearly.”

“But I get it,” he said. “This job demands more than anyone thinks is humanly possible. But it’s not about being fearless. It’s about making decisions even when you’re terrified.”

The pilot’s voice came crackling over the comms. “Thirty seconds!”

Ethan stood, his parachute pack locked into place. He held out a hand.

You hesitated, staring at it. Your hands were trembling.

“I’ve got you,” he said simply. “All the way down.”

Your fingers closed around his. And it was like gripping an anchor.

He helped you to your feet, one hand steadying your harness, the other bracing your back as you approached the edge together. The wind tore at your face, the noise of the rotors deafening.

You were going to do this.

You were going to do this.

Ethan looked at you once more. “We go on three. Don’t think. Just breathe.”

You nodded, heartbeat a war drum behind your ribs.

“One.”

You braced.

“Two.”

You looked at him.

His eyes held yours. Grounded. Steady.

“Three.”

You jumped.

The rush of wind hit like a wall, your stomach dropping to your knees. You were falling. Fast. Clouds whipped past, your scream torn from your lungs—part fear, part disbelief, part exhilaration.

But Ethan was there. Falling just a few feet beside you, like gravity itself obeyed him. He tilted his head slightly, checking on you. You gave a wide-eyed nod. He nodded back.

And just like that — you weren’t falling anymore.

You were flying.

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Aftermath

The landing zone was quiet — a clearing in the snow-dusted valley, lit only by the low winter sun and the steady beeping of tracking signals. You hit the ground hard, your knees buckling slightly as you rolled, the chute dragging across the ground before collapsing.

You sat there for a second. Breathing. Frozen. Alive.

Then you laughed. Out loud. Disbelieving.

You did it.

The crunch of boots in the snow made you turn.

Ethan jogged over, his chute already detached, snow clinging to his jacket and hair. “How’s the adrenaline?”

“Still screaming,” you said breathlessly.

He crouched beside you, looking you over quickly. “You okay?”

You nodded, then looked down at your hands. “I thought I wouldn’t make it out of the chopper.”

“You didn’t have to,” he said gently. “You chose to.”

You glanced at him. “You ever get tired of being right?”

He smirked. “No. But I’ve got good taste in people who prove me right.”

You laughed again, softer this time. The fear hadn’t vanished completely — but something stronger had taken its place. Trust. In yourself. In him.

“You were right,” you admitted. “I didn’t need to be fearless. Just brave enough.”

Ethan’s smile was quieter this time. “You were.”

He offered you a hand again. You took it without hesitation this time, and as he pulled you to your feet, you realized something:

You weren’t the same person who’d sat frozen in that helicopter.

You were stronger now.

You’d jumped.

And you’d survived.

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First things first my name is Amber and I’m 20 years old. I’ve been writing since the age of 10 and I also love to delve into roleplays. Over the years I’ve written many books - books which I have been fortunate enough to have sold. I write almost everything from fiction to fantasy to horror to thriller but my main interest is definitely fanfiction.

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