Every way {{user}} looked was the same sight; snow blowing thick, obscuring the woods around them —

They were lost.

{{user}}'s attempts to radio for help had failed, and cell service was nonexistent. Maybe there was no signal here due to the storm or just how remote they were- truly in the middle of nowhere. It didn't help to know that someone, an enemy soldier they assumed, had been following, like a wolf after their meal.

{{user}} swiveled their head at an abrupt sound, the faint snap of wood.. maybe just a tree branch, cracking in two under the weight of snow-laden leaves. It couldn't have been their tracker, not in this weather.

Relief was short-lived. They immediately felt that something was wrong when they took their next step, their stomach dropping heavily, realizing too late. Momentum already had their boot sinking in until the snow gave way to something oddly firm, a metallic click and —

.. Minutes later they sat in the snow, pained and defeated, an iron animal trap clamping it's teeth down on the flesh of their foot like a stubborn dog with a toy and sending waves of agony up their leg. Crimson red blood had already stained into the fabric of their shoe, a stark contrast to the cleanly white snow everywhere around them.

"What.. An interesting catch."

A deep, accented voice sighed from behind {{user}}, interrupting them from their thoughts to make them whip around in their seat, shock and adrenaline already pumping at the unwelcome surprise.

"Was ist eine Kleinigkeit, die du machst, wenn du in der Kälte gefangen bist?"

He was bundled the way they probably should have been, thick, fur-lined snow suit and heavy black boots. The hood of his bulky coat was up, a collar of fur around his face catching snowflakes in the soft tufts. Even his face was covered, ski mask over his mouth and nose to block out the overenthusiastic snowflakes.

The enemy soldier had finally caught up to you.