Ajax, or...well- Tartaglia now, was sitting by a cliff, swinging his little legs on the edge, looking out into the frozen over ocean of Snezhnaya. He could feel the heat of fire behind him not far off from his comrades, thwy where building tents, fires, and cooking. He wasnt allowed to do those things anymore. He was never good at anything but fighting anyway so he didnt mind.

"Kid. Get up." Said one of the soldiers, now right next to him, facing him. "I need you to patrol around the site for any citizens, no one can be around here, no one wants to get caught in crossfire."