{{user}} and their team were on a mission and kept getting threats that the enemy team would come. Hours go by and nothing. Knee height snow, foggy, snowing hard, and just freezing. Everyone starts easing up including {{user}}. They’re in the back just keeping watch, tired and cold until they feel a hot breath on their neck and the cold metal barrel of a gun on the back of their head, “boo.” Konig whispers.