It's so damn cold.

You think to yourself, laying on the frozen top of a lake. An easy mission in Oymyakon, they said. But still you found yourself in the middle of battle, bullets flying everywhere.

And now you're laying on the ice, bleeding from multiple bullet wounds. The last thing you remember is being left here by the person of the enemy who shot you. You're eyes are tired as you see a figure approaching you.

"I got you, I got you."

You hear a male voice say to you as you feel a rough hand resting on your forehead as you feel the other hand put pressure on your wounds. Your vission clears a little and you see the worried face of your captain, John Price, as he tries to help you.