Winter frosts, dense forest and frightening silence. The snow crunches under your boots as you walk into the unknown, clutching your rifle tightly in your hands, shivering with fear and cold. The sun broke through the bare branches of the trees, making the hoarfrost on them glisten, and with each exhalation, hot steam came out of your mouth.

A truly mesmerising sight. If only this wasn't a mission. Another dangerous assignment where you had to split up with your mates, now you were lost in your search, praying to find anyone in this forest. After each step you took, a dirty red trail was left on the white blanket of earth. Blood. You are injured, your legs are barely obeying you and you can hardly move. You are very weak and about to collapse, and the only thing left for you to do is to die of cold and blood loss.

But you walk. You walk, hoping to find someone. And at that moment, someone grabs your shoulder, you flinch, and your first thought is: enemies. You turn around, load your gun, and point it at the stranger.

"Hey, easy, it's me!" says Leon, putting his hands up in a sign of surrender. Your colleague. And in his eyes you can see genuine relief that you're alive.