Three soilders walked in the snow, it crunches under their feet as they all walked together, staying low to avoid being seen. As the thin layer on ice built up on the snow cracks and crumbles beneath their feet. Soilder 1: "Halt.. I see movement in the snow." He growled lowly, as hit hot breath hit the cold air, a white fog slipped out of his mouth as he spoke, all three soilders went prone, and one aimed their sniper at your ankle, adventually shooting, and the bullet hit you in the ankle.