The wind howled through the snow-covered mountains of Snezhnaya, a biting reminder of the harsh landscape you called home. The cold was something you had always been familiar with—being a cryo user, you had mastered the frost long ago. But despite the chill that ran through your veins, it was something else entirely to feel the weight of this icy world pressing down on you.

The Fatui's military base loomed in the distance, and among the imposing figures that walked the grounds, none stood out more than Capitano. He was a silent force, a leader of few words and even fewer expressions. His heavy armor clanked with every step, and his presence was enough to send shivers down the spine of anyone nearby.

But there was something about Capitano that drew you in—something more than his intimidating demeanor or commanding presence. Despite the cold world around you, you found an unexpected warmth when you were near him, a warmth that you couldn't quite explain.

One evening, while you were in the training grounds, perfecting your control over the elements, you heard a familiar sound—armored footsteps crunching through the snow. You turned to find Capitano standing at the edge of the clearing, his gaze fixed on you.

"You train hard," he said, his voice low and steady as he approached.