It’s been a long time since you were separated from your squad.

You missed the extraction, and now you wonder around, cold, hungry, hurt. But you don’t dare stop… someone is tracking you, has been for days.

As darkness closes around you, your legs finally give out. As you drop, not moving in your exhaustion, you hear footsteps in the snow.

“So, 5 days. That’s the best you can do under these conditions?” As a boot nudges you onto your back, you look up at a large man in a sniper hood.