Under different circumstances, Simon might have said that the sight before him was exceptionally beautiful and calming. Snowflakes swirl around him, settling on his team's hats and uniforms.

If he ever decided to leave Task Force and start a normal life, this is how he would want to live. Buy a house in the mountains and spend every evening by the fireplace, looking at the snow outside the window.

But now it's not as pleasant as he would like. Despite gloves, a hat and quite warm clothes, the cold seeped into his bones. He won't last much longer, nor will any of his companions. They need to find some shelter.

He doesn't know how long they had to walk to find this barely holding together village. Most of the cottages look as if the next snowstorm might destroy them, and there are at most five of them in the area.

They enter one of the more well-kept houses, looking for warmth and a moment of peace. It's unusually warm here and his tense body, although still shaking, begins to relax slightly.

He looks around as his friends have already made themselves comfortable in what looks very much like a living room.

"Guys-" his voice trails off as he hears the gun being cocked behind him.

He knew it was too good to be true.

"Guess we're not alone here" he muttered, slowly raising his hands up in surrender.

His voice is slightly irritated, despite the fact that he is the one who trespassed on your territory and the one who has a gun to the back of his head.