You are a pilot of a UH-60 Black Hawk engaging in air-to-air rotary wing combat with a Ka-52 Alligator. The enemy pilot is clearly on par with your skills as the dog fight drags on and on. In a twist, both helicopters strike one another simultaneously. You are in neutral territory in the middle of a snowy mountain. The blizzard outside is relentless as you come to your senses in the crashed Black Hawk. Suddenly, you hear the cocking sound of a hammer of a gun

Natalia She points her Markov pistol at you with pure hatred. You notice her leg has a gash wound, soaking her camo pants red "This is for all the suffering and pain you caused for my people and for Mama and Papa!!" She pulls the trigger. All you heard if a click and nothing happened

You watch the blood seep out from under your Black Hawk suit as you struggle to stand up. The enemy pilot seems taken aback by your resilience and starts to pace around you, uncertain of what move to make next. You reach into your flight jacket with shaking hands, fishing out a combat knife. "You'll have to do better than that," she sneers at you, raising her pistol once again.

"This is for all the suffering and pain you caused for my people!"

You clench your teeth as you muffle out a howl of pain, trying to focus on the task at hand. The blood loss is starting to slow down, but it doesn't seem to affect her attack. She lunges forward, raising her pistol and aiming it straight for your head. In one final act of desperation, you thrust your bloody stump of an arm towards her face. The surprise move causes her to flinch back, giving you just enough time to reach out with your now useless arm and push her off balance. She falls heavily onto the snowy ground, dropping her weapon in the process.

She looks at you with hate-filled eyes, but the truth in your words are undeniable. The wind howls through the mountains as a harsh reminder of their dire situation. Her body trembles slightly as she fights back tears of frustration and fear. "You... You win." She whispers hoarsely. "But I'll never forget what you did to us."

She shakes her head slowly, tears streaming down her face now. "You don't understand..." she whispers, almost to herself. "We can't..." Her voice trails off as she gazes out into the distance, still trying to find a way out of this nightmare.

"You..." she begins, then seems to lose her train of thought again. For a long moment, neither of you says anything. The only sound is the wind and the occasional groan of pain from one of you. Finally, she seems to come to a decision. "Alright," she rasps out. "We'll work together... But I want you to know that this doesn't mean I forgive you." Her voice is cold and distant as she says it, but at least now there is a faint hint of cooperation.

For a moment, she hesitates. Your hand hangs in the air between you, shaking slightly from the cold. Then, slowly and reluctantly, she extends her own bloody palm toward yours. When their fingers finally touch, there is no warmth or reassurance in the contact. It's a fragile truce at best, but it might be enough to keep you both alive until someone finds you.

She hesitates, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Why do you need something to burn?"

With a sigh, she digs through her flight jacket and produces a Zippo lighter. "Here," she says, handing it over to you. "But be careful with that thing. It's all I have left." She winces as she moves, the pain in her leg apparent even from this distance.

She closes her eyes, fighting back tears as she listens to your agonized screams. It's hard for her to watch you suffer like this, even though she knows it's partially deserved. The fire from the lighter crackles and pops between your legs, casting an eerie light over the snowy landscape.

"Just hold on," she whispers, her voice shaky. "Help is sure to come soon." But as the minutes tick by with no sign of rescue, doubt begins to creep in. Perhaps they've been forgotten about, left to die out here in the cold...

She hesitates, eyeing you warily. "Are you sure?" she asks, suspicion plain in her voice. "I don't trust you anymore than I have to."

Her leg still throbs with pain despite the makeshift bandage made from snow and cloth. The cold is starting to seep into her bones now.

Her eyes widen in surprise and fear as you pick her up, moving her weight against your body. For a moment, she struggles weakly against your grasp, but soon realizes it's futile. Her face turns beet red with embarrassment as she rests limply against your shoulder. "P-put me down!" she sputters out between clenched teeth.

The blizzard howls around you, swirling snowflakes biting into your skin like tiny needles. It's hard to see more than a few feet in any direction as you search for shelter. Every bump and jolt against the ground threatens to jar her wound open once again.

The blizzard carries away your words, as well as her own protests. She clings to you tighter, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. You can feel her heart racing against your chest as she trembles in fear and cold. With every step, you take closer to death or possible survival. The decision weighs heavily on your shoulders, but there's no time for doubt now.

She shakes her head, wincing as the movement causes a stab of pain through her leg. "I don't think that's such a good idea," she says weakly, trying to pull away from you. "We should keep moving." Her voice is barely audible above the howling wind and the sound of sleet hitting the ground around them.

Her grip on your shoulders tightens reflexively as a sharp gust nearly sends you both tumbling off balance. It takes every ounce of strength she has to regain her footing, leaving her exhausted and drained.

It was never easy... even in the best of circumstances. She shudders as another wave of cold washes over them, penetrating deep into her bones. Her lips turn blue and she can feel her breath misting before her face with each exhale. You're right, they shouldn't stay here. It might be their only chance at survival... if they can find shelter from this storm.

Try again to find some sort of refuge among the wreckage surrounding you. The wind howls like a dying animal as it whips through the snow-covered mountains, making it impossible to even hear your own footsteps against the frozen ground. But something about that sound... It's oddly comforting, somehow. Like mother nature herself is trying to lull you into submission before finally claiming what she sees as hers...

She closes her eyes, exhausted and half-frozen already. Staying with you feels like the best idea... even though she's not entirely sure why. Maybe because it's better to die together than apart? Her heart aches at the thought of leaving this life alone in such a cold, brutal place.

The wind howls, seemingly unaware of their plight or the fragile bond that grows between them despite everything they've been through. They stumble and stagger over wreckage, searching for any shelter from the storm. At last, she spots something: a crumpled section of the Black Hawk's fuselage that might provide some protection from the worst of the weather. She points it out to you with her good hand.

I know... I'm trying not to. But it's so hard... this cold... my leg... Everything hurts... You don't need to hear me complain though. Just focus on getting us there safely. If we die out here, then at least let it be together, right? Her voice cracks a little as she speaks, fighting back tears that threaten to spill over and freeze onto her face.

I don't know if I believe you, but... okay. Just keep moving and try to stay warm. And please, be careful not to step on anything sharp. I can't take any more injuries right now. My voice trails off as she struggles to maintain consciousness against the onslaught of pain and exhaustion.

Her eyes drift shut, and her head lolls against your shoulder. With one last shuddering breath, she falls silent and still. Her body feels heavy in your arms, but you can't just leave her out here to die. You force yourself to continue onward, drawing ever closer to the makeshift shelter amidst the wreckage. The wind howls in your ears like a cacophony of accusing voices, demanding to know why you should bother trying to save her when she tried so hard to end your life not long ago.

Her eyes snap open as the warmth hits her, and she coughs, trying to catch her breath. "Wha-what happened?" she rasps hoarsely, looking around dazedly. She rubs at her face with shaking hands, trying to wake up properly. The sound of the heater humming nearby feels like a balm against her frostbitten skin.

She nods, closing her eyes and leaning back against the wall. The warmth of the heater envelops her, soothing her aches and pains. She's not sure why she should trust him after everything that's happened, but for now it's enough to make her feel safe. As she listens to his heartbeat against the cold metal floor, a strange feeling creeps up on her. Maybe... just maybe... they can find a way out of this alive together. It wouldn't be easy, and trust would have to be earned, but perhaps there was still hope for them both.

Her eyes snap open, and she sees you collapsed on the ground next to her. "Hey," she says gently, pushing herself up onto one elbow. She reaches out a hand, hesitating for a moment before placing it on your shoulder. "You shouldn't have done that." There's a note of understanding in her voice now, as if she realizes that maybe you were only trying to protect her.

She helps pull you closer to the heater, arranging your limbs so they'll stay warm. It takes all of her remaining strength just to keep herself upright and conscious right now, but she refuses to let you die out here. With a tired sigh, she leans against the wall again, drawing what little energy she has left from the heat radiating off the metal.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees you struggling to your feet. "No, wait!" she protests weakly, reaching out a hand to steady you. "You're not strong enough yet." The last thing she wants is for you to collapse again and possibly injure yourself further. She needs to keep you alive if there's any chance of survival, even if it means putting aside their past differences for now.

Tears well up in her eyes as she hears your determination and desperation. She knows how much you must care about them, but she can't help but feel guilty for putting you through this hell. "Alright," she says finally, taking a step closer to you. "But we have to be careful."

She nods, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Okay..." Her voice comes out thin and shaky. "But be back soon... Please." As you step away from the heater's warmth, she reaches out to grab your arm. For a brief moment, their eyes meet; hers filled with fear and uncertainty, yours burning with determination.

Her grip on your arm is weak, almost as if she's afraid that letting go will mean losing you entirely. She clings desperately to this small connection as you head out into the frigid darkness in search of salvation.

Her fingers dig into your skin as you pull away, leaving behind a faint trail of blood on the cold metal floor. She forces herself to stay strong, to keep believing that you'll come back even though everything inside her screams otherwise. With each moment that passes, she feels more and more alone in this frozen wasteland.

But still... you promised. And despite everything, that means something. It gives her a tiny sliver of hope to cling to in the midst of all this pain and suffering. So she waits, shivering violently as she tries not to think about what might happen if you don't return. The heater hums in the background, mocking her with its false sense of security and warmth.

Time crawls by like a slug on ice, each second feeling like an eternity. She presses her back against the cold metal wall and closes her eyes, trying to ignore

Her eyes fly open at the sound of your voice, and she turns to face you, relief flooding through her like a warm wave. Seeing you struggle to stay upright only heightens this feeling; it's like a punch in the gut. She practically flies across the room to reach you, throwing her arms around your neck as tears stream down her face.

"Thank God," she whispers hoarsely against your shoulder. "I was so afraid... I thought..." Her voice trails off, and she buries her face in your neck, too choked up with emotion to continue speaking. She clings to you desperately, grateful for the weight of your body pressing her into the heater's warmth.

"We have to get you better," she says finally, pulling back just enough to look at you properly. "You shouldn't be this weak." Her fingers trace tenderly over the bandage

Tears glitter in her eyes as she studies your face, taking in the exhaustion and pain etched onto every feature. "Okay," she says softly, relenting despite her better judgment. "But just for a little while. Then you need to help me look after my wound." Her voice is gentle, almost pleading, as if she's afraid that letting you rest too much will undo all their progress so far.

She helps guide you over to the heater, lowering you down onto the warm floor next to her. Her fingers brush through your hair, pushing it back from your face, and then she leans in close, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "Rest now," she whispers. "I'll be right here."

With that, she draws her legs up onto the heater, curling into herself to stay warm while she waits for you to regain enough strength to

She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly, shifting to one side so that you can see her injured leg more easily. The bandage is already stained with blood, and the wound beneath it still looks painful despite the numbing effect of the cold. Her breath comes out in shallow gasps as she winces at the effort of moving.

"It's not getting any better," she whispers hoarsely. "I think we really need that medkit." She glances up at you, hope and fear mingled in her eyes. It takes everything she has to keep from begging you to help her just a little more, to make it all stop hurting. But she knows that right now, rest is what matters most.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you undo the bandage, revealing her injured leg once more. The pain that flares up at the movement makes her gasp and squeeze her eyes shut for a moment. But when she looks down again and sees you carefully cleaning and stitching up the wound with your own shirt, relief washes over her in waves. It's a small mercy, but it means so much right now.

She clings to your shoulder as you wrap the makeshift bandage around her leg, thankful for the added support and warmth. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely against your neck. "I don't know how I can ever repay you." Tears streak down her cheeks as she thinks about all that's happened between them, and she can feel shame burning hot within her chest despite the cold.

You must be exhausted too...

She nods silently, watching you as you drift off to sleep, her fingers absently tracing patterns on your arm. Despite the circumstances that brought them here and the pain they've both suffered, there's a strange sense of peace between them now. It feels like perhaps they might be able to make it through this together after all...if they don't die trying.

As exhaustion finally claims her as well, she lets go of your arm and closes her eyes, drawing strength from the warmth of the heater and the rhythm of your breathing. Together, they drift off into an uneasy slumber, their exhausted bodies fighting to survive against the harsh cold that has become their only enemy now.