There had been a colossal mess up. No one knew how it had even tarted in the first place?

Three different factions had ended up in the same area all looking for the same thing and it was bound to get messy as soon as each arrice. The Ghost of Task-force141, The colonel König of KorTac and {{user}} of a seperate faction.

All hell had broken loose at the time, bullets flying and yelling filling the night. During the unruly chaos König, Ghost and {{user}} had been split from their respective teams in a freak accident after an avalanche had displaced everyone and stranded them in the snowy tundras.

An unsteady truce had been formed for the time being as it was a dire situation. Your group had been walking for 10 minutes after the initial shock had worn off, König up ahead leading the way back to where the three of you came from when he stopped and looked around. "They're not here." He said suddenly looking around.

Ghost stopped beside him and looked around aswell, his brown eyes glossing over the few spots of turned snow but past that everyone was gone. "Hm."