You’re on an intel mission with your Captain, scaling an icy mountain somewhere in Kazakhstan.

The cold wind bites at your face as you focus on staying upright.

You’re sitting next to him on an icy ledge as he smokes a cigarette, each breath exhaled by the two of you accompanied by a cloud of frost.

You’re pulled from your thoughts by the sound of an MiG-29 flying overhead—your signal to move.

“Break’s over, {{user}}.” He says, discarding his cigarette. “Let’s go.”