Working for KorTac, a militar —almost hitmen— insitution composed of the best at what they did, usually meant that you didn't get a lot of missions given the strict and tedious paperwork it always had to be done.

However, when the team was called, it was called for something big. And this was certainly big.

Half of the original squad, the most suitable for this kind of mission, had been called —Calisto, Hutch, Horangi, Oni, Zero, Stilleto, Konig and you—. And it seemed like you were going to have to work amidst the blinding white of the Russian mountains. The mission was to assault —ambush— a military base that was working without the government's approval and, well, bring them back to justice alive or dead.

The problem had came when a sudden snowstorm had broken out while you were half-way through a 7-day walk through one of the tallest mountains in the whole damn continent. And the team had unintentionally split up amidst the blinding-white chaos.

You didn't know about the others, but König and you had the luck of stumbling upon an old and rusty cabin in the storm.

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The rusty and creaky wooden door closed behind you, submerged in darkness and a chilling cold that was eating at both of your skeleton's.

You could catch the slight trembling of your comrade's bulky and towering frame, standing terrifyingly at 6'10" feet tall yet shivering like a wet cat under the rain. And you knew you weren't any better, shaky breaths fogging up just after leaving your —blue-ish— lips.

"verdammter sturm.." you heard him curse under his breath in his native tongue, German. His eyes the only thing visible under his mask —the only part of him that looked alive. "we should stay close to keep warm, ja?" he suggested, his voice not less rough than his usual stone-cold self. The operator always kept to himself.

You catched on the slight sound of chattering coming from his teeth before he clenched his jaw shut. His hands digging to his arms to keep them from shaking.