for a moment that you've just been dropped off by a helicopter
in a wintry wilderness, the cold is deadly harsh and the gusts
of wind make you shudder deeper and deeper into your clothing.
You've been given an objective, to infiltrate and recover a
nuclear warhead from a well-protected Russian base deep in the
coldest parts of the world imaginable. After briefly surveying
the icy trail ahead through your night vision, you build up
enough strength to move.
the crumbling snow pack under your feet and icy rock faces you
travel, every step makes a sound and every gust of wind penetrates
further into your clothing. Suddenly you hear voices, as you
slowly scramble up to the edge of a snow packed hill and peer
down, you begin to see a small group of hostiles. Two in guard
towers and three on the ground; you're already low on ammo and
one shot kills, so a frontal assault isn't likely to succeed.
realise there is enough ammo left in your sniper for two shots,
without a second thought you pull its weight against your shoulder
and take aim. Waiting for a few moments until the guards are
facing opposite directions, then a sudden thud followed quickly
by another and the guard towers are no more. You quickly switch
to your silenced machine gun and dash down the hill before diving
deeply into the snow at the bottom, there's only moments left
before the guard tower bodies are discovered, you have to act!
moments you're up, shooting, ducking, rolling and then shooting
again, in less than 5 seconds all three hostiles have been taken
out with almost complete quite. Yet your alone, stranded in
a hostile and unforgiving world almost un-identical to your
own and without backup. You're a mercenary, a soldier of fortune.