You're crouched behind the wall, trying to reload your gun. The mag won't go in properly, and tracers are staring to fall into the snow around you.

"Damn it!" You whisper.

Suddenly, a hand falls on your shoulder, startling you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," A man wearing a full snow kit says, kneeling next to you. "I'm on your team, remember?"

He looks at the BB's around you.

"Do you need help?"