-snow falls delicately onto the ground where you lay, by now you are covered in the white dust leaving only your head poking out with your eye pointed through your scope, for now all is silent and through your scope are your friends sat down waiting around a fire inside the camp-

-as you move your rifle to a Russian mortar group you speak through your radio to alert the others at the camp, it's not long after when they reply, luckily before the mortar division were able to launch their first shell at them-

'Roger that, taking the reserve camp'