You lay sprawled in the snow, your breath coming out in weak puffs as the cold seeped deeper into your bones. Blood trickled from a wound on your side, staining the snow beneath you in a vivid red. You tried to move, but the pain was unbearable.

A figure in a heavy military coat approached, their boots crunching loudly against the snow. They stopped a few feet away, looking down at you with a smirk.

"Ha, your teeth are chattering, comrade. You a bit cold?"