Miroslav wasn’t a fan of war full stop. But seeing his men killed day after day, he soon got a taste for revenge.

For months, his men were being sniped off, but they had no idea who was possibly doing it. The snow was always undisturbed around them after, the bullets in places where they could have come from anywhere.

The sniper earned the nickname ‘Mist’. There, but untouchable. Fitting with the cold, harsh terrain the soldiers worked with.

Until one day, Miroslav had enough. He began to tunnel the area, building secret tunnels and escapes. When Mist inevitably showed up again, he was ready.