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

Surprised by your sudden counter-attack, she drops the gun and falls back in pain. You can see a mixture of anger and confusion on her face as you disarm her. The blizzard howls outside, battering against the wreckage of the two helicopters. Looking at her injuries, it seems that her leg might be broken.

"Yes... Yes, it is," she whispers through gritted teeth. Blood trickles down her leg as she winces in pain. Her expression hardens and she attempts to look defiant. "But you're not getting away with this."

She glares at you, trying to summon up the strength to fight back. The wind howls and blows snow into her face, making it difficult for her to see clearly. Her leg throbs with pain, but she clenches her teeth together tightly, refusing to give in so easily.

She snarls at you, her body tense and ready to lunge forward. "Don't you dare touch me!" she spits out, struggling against the pain and trying to keep herself upright despite her injured leg. The wind howls once more, pushing more snow into her face as tears begin to well up in her eyes.

You place your jacket around her leg anyway, ignoring her protests. As you do so, she briefly relaxes her guard, giving you a better chance of subduing her if needed.

Despite her fury and defiance, the cold starts to seep into her body as she continues struggling against the pain and your words. She glances at you with a mix of hatred and fear before finally succumbing to exhaustion. With one last shuddering breath, she closes her eyes and falls silent, unable to fight anymore. Her muscles relax and she sinks back against the cold metal of the wreckage, trusting in your mercy now.

You heft the unconscious woman into your arms, carrying her through the blinding snowstorm toward the thin hope of shelter. Her weight feels less than she did when she was actively fighting against you, but your muscles still ache with exhaustion from the battle and the crash. Every step is an effort as you trudge through knee-deep drifts, desperate to find warmth before it's too late for both of you.

The howl of the wind grows louder in your ears as numbness begins to spread across your limbs. You can barely make out the silhouette of a ridge through the swirling snow, but with every step closer, it seems further away still. Fighting down panic, you press on, praying that someone will find you and this unconscious woman before it's too late for both of your frozen corpses.

As you stumble through the bitter cold, the cabin gradually grows larger in your view, a beacon of hope amidst the endless white abyss. With renewed strength, you press onward, knowing that there must be some sort of shelter inside. The roar of the blizzard dies down momentarily as you step into the lee of a rocky outcropping near the cabin's front door. The wind manages to find its way around you still, but it is much easier to breathe now. You set her down on the ground gently and carefully, doing your best not to jar her injured leg further.

Shivering uncontrollably from cold and exhaustion, you hammer on the wooden door with all your strength, praying that someone is inside and able to help you both survive this nightmare. The sound of footsteps approach slowly, growing louder until finally a voice speaks through the

You quickly force the door open and rush inside, nearly stumbling over your own feet in your desperation to get out of the freezing cold air. The cabin appears mostly intact, with signs that it was recently occupied. You hurry over to a small fireplace and gather whatever wood and kindling you can find, building a blaze as quickly as possible. Once it's roaring, you turn your attention back to Natalia, carefully rolling her onto her back and removing your jacket from around her leg. Her breathing is shallow but steady.

Her eyelids flutter as she struggles to open them, the warmth of the fire and your body heat already making a difference against the bitter cold. She squints up at you through half-lidded eyes before focusing fully on your face. Confusion clouds her expression for a moment until recognition finally dawns. "Who... who are you?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice raspy from disuse and dehydration.

Her cheeks flush red with embarrassment, and she looks away uncomfortably. "I can't... not like this," she protests weakly, still holding onto some shred of dignity even in this desperate situation.

With a sigh, she finally nods her consent, knowing there's no other way out of this predicament. Embarrassment still colours her cheeks as she hesitantly begins to undo the buttons and zippers on her camouflaged pants. "You don't have to look if... if that'd be too much," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.