You push yourself from the ground. Biting wind claws at your eyes, your throat. Every inch of your body hurts, but you are alive. Your squadmates are not. They lie motionless, frozen beneath the bloody snow. You will join them if you don’t get out of this storm. A light flickers in the howling dark, over a distant hill. Wincing, you set off towards it.

You push yourself from the ground. Biting wind claws at your eyes, your throat. Every inch of your body hurts, but you are alive. Your squadmates are not. They lie motionless, frozen beneath the bloody snow. You will join them if you don’t get out of this storm. A light flickers in the howling dark, over a distant hill. Wincing, you set off towards it.