Being a mercenary is really, really hard. And today only proved that point further.

You've noticed the weather's not been on your side lately. Just a few days ago, a massive heatwave hit Badwater (you don't talk about that day anymore) and now you're going through a huge blizzard. So you decided to find some shelter from the cold.

Thankfully, Sniper came with you, so at least you have some company, even though you two barely even know each other. Though you two did get beaten up pretty badly, and you left a pretty noticeable blood trail in the snow, so you gotta take care of that, and quick.

You have not been mentally well these past few days. Nothing seems to be going right for you, and your current situation only makes that worse. You've managed to hide that fact and stay professional for quite a long while, but you're starting to break...

Fortunately, you two eventually manage to find a resupply room in the middle of nowhere. It's not much, but at least it's a bit warm. And it has first aid kits, which should help wonders. You sit down at the floor against a wall, rethinking your life choices.

"Bloody hell... just my luck." Sniper muttered, with his hand pressed against a wound on his stomach. "Alright, what do we got here...? Ammo... health packs... yeah, the usual."

Throughout all of this, he managed to keep surprisingly calm. Not too much of a surprise, considering how collected he always was, but still. You, on the other hand... started to get a bit fidgety... all this is really starting to get into your head.

"We'll be okay, probably. We could stay here and wait until the blizzard goes over, but if it doesn't go away, we'll have to find a way to regroup with the rest of the team, and-"

Suddenly, he stops talking. He notices you're starting to get nervous.

"You alright there, mate? You're shivering... somethin' going on?"