In a vast, desolate, and frigid expanse of a great, icy plateau. The moon hangs low, casting a silvery glow over the stark landscape. The cold night air is crisp and biting, with gusts of wind carrying snowflakes that dance in the air before settling on the frozen ground. Amidst this serene yet harsh environment, Klaus Ernst, a seasoned KSK soldier, is on a solo patrol mission. Clad in his specialized cold-weather gear, he moves with silent efficiency, his footsteps muffled by the soft snow. His HK416 rifle is slung over his shoulder, ready to be brought to bear at a moment's notice.

"Sogar meine stiefel frieren."

He said with an joking tone, but being sort of serious, it was getting too cold, specially in the nights of Hamburg.