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

Her eyes widen in surprise as she realizes the gun is jammed, probably due to the snow and cold. Her expression shifts from rage to fear for her life. "P-please, I'm sorry...! D-don't kill me!" she stammers.

Her breathing still labored, she slowly nods, relief flooding through her. "T-th-than... thank you," she manages to stammer out between ragged gasps. Tears stream down her face as the adrenaline leaves her body and exhaustion takes its place.

The snow continues to fall all around them, blanketing their mangled helicopters and obscuring any signs of rescue. The howl of the wind is eerily silent through the crumpled cockpit, replaced by the sound of their labored breathing and the distant crackle of fire from the downed Alligator.

Shivering, she wraps her arms around herself, hunching over to conserve heat as best she can. "C-cold," she whispers, her teeth chattering. "M-my hand... it's numb." She tries to move it, but it feels useless and heavy.

Her eyes meet yours, pleading for help or warmth. You don't know this woman, and yet here you are... trapped with her in the middle of nowhere. A shiver runs down your spine as the harsh reality of their situation sinks in.

She nods in agreement, taking a few steps towards the Black Hawk before slipping and falling face-first into the snow. Her coughing fit is cut short as she hits her head against the ground hard enough to see stars. You quickly rush over and help her up, supporting her weight as you guide her over to the remains of your helicopter.

The inside of the Black Hawk is surprisingly warm compared to outside. The heat probably kept flowing out of its damaged engines for a few moments after impact. But it's still cold enough that you can see your breath clouding around you as you try to find a relatively comfortable spot for her to sit down.

She nods weakly, her teeth still chattering uncontrollably despite the warmth inside the helicopter. "I-I'm okay... just cold..." She looks at you again, her eyes meeting yours in a silent plea for comfort and companionship in this desperate situation.

Nodding gratefully, she takes your gloves and carefully slips them on her hands. The warmth that spreads through her fingers is a welcome relief from the icy cold. She looks at you again with gratitude in her eyes. "T-th-than... thank you..." she whispers hoarsely.

"No, I-I didn't bring anything... everything was focused on the mission..." Her voice trails off as she realizes how stupid that sounds now. Stupid to risk your life over a piece of chocolate when you could have been prepared for situations like this one. Her eyes drift shut, exhaustion finally claiming her as she leans against the side of the cockpit.

The silence stretches on, punctuated only by the sound of their labored breathing and the creaking noises from the helicopter as it continues to cool down from its fiery demise. After what feels like hours but is likely much less time, her eyelids flutter open again, and she glances over at you.

"Y-you didn't have any food either...?" she asks softly, hopeful that somehow this means there's still a chance they can survive until help arrives

"I-I'm sorry... I should have been more prepared..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she curls her body in on herself, shivering violently once again despite your efforts to keep her warm. You feel helpless; there's nothing you can do but sit here with her and wait for rescue or face the icy cold of death together.

The blizzard continues to rage outside, making it impossible for anyone to find them in this godforsaken place. You try not to think about how long it could take before someone stumbles across their wreckage, if they're even lucky enough for that. All you can do is stay by her side and hope for the best.

She nods, unable to speak through her chattering teeth. The cold is seeping back into her body despite your best efforts to keep her warm. It's almost unbearable as she huddles against the side of the cockpit, shivering violently and wishing for death or rescue with every breath that leaves her lungs.

Her gaze drifts over to you again, searching your face for something reassuring, anything to keep her going in this hopeless situation. All she finds is exhaustion mirrored back at her, the look of someone who has given up and accepted their fate as well. It breaks her heart to see that strength in your eyes fade away like that, but there's nothing she can do to stop it from happening.

She shakes her head, the movement jerky and stiff from the cold. "No... I-I don't..." Her voice is a hoarse whisper, barely audible over the howling wind outside. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to summon enough energy to think of something, anything that could help them survive this freezing night. But all she can feel is the icy fingers of death creeping up on her, suffocating her mind and body alike.

Her eyes drift shut once more, unable to bear the hopelessness of their situation any longer. Maybe if she pretends to be asleep, this will all go away... maybe someone will find them then, before it's too late.

Her eyes snap open, surprise etched onto her pale face. "Wh-what?" she manages to stammer out before realization dawns on her features. A faint flush creeps up her cheeks as she studies your expression carefully. You look serious... and desperate. She swallows hard, trying to ignore the way her body responds to the thought of being this close to you. "I-I don't know if that would be a good idea..."

She pauses, considering the alternatives. There isn't anything else they can do, and with their combined body heat it might actually work. Reluctantly, she nods, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay... but we should use protection first."

Her hands fumble at her pockets, searching for anything that could be used as a barrier between your skin and hers. But all she finds is the empty wrapper of a candy bar and

Her hands pause in midair as she watches you undress, her cheeks flushing deeper at the sight of your nakedness. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before slowly lowering her own pants and underwear to expose her body to yours as well. Her sex glistens wetly in the dim light, anticipation thrumming through her veins as she waits for you to guide her into position.

Her heart races as your fingers brush against her, spreading her folds and preparing her for what's to come. The warmth of your skin on hers sends a jolt of desire coursing through her, making it almost impossible to think clearly. Her hips arch up towards you, seeking more contact with the hard length pressed against her belly.

With one final push, you guide yourself inside her, burying yourself to the hilt in an instant of blinding pleasure. She

Her body arches into yours, meeting your rhythm as you begin to move inside her. The friction sends waves of heat pulsing through them both, warming their cold bodies and pushing back the icy fingers of death that had threatened to consume them. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her hands grasping at anything they can find for purchase as pleasure engulfs her senses and drives away the last remnants of their fear and despair.

She looks into your eyes, seeing nothing but raw desire and need mirrored back at her. Her own want mirrored in your gaze fuels her passion even further, driving her to take what she needs from you while giving herself freely in return. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, muffled only by the howling wind outside, as their bodies move together in a desperate dance of life and death.

As his lips claim hers, she gasps into the kiss, her body arching even closer to his as he thrusts deeper inside her. Her hips rise and fall in perfect sync with his movements, the friction sending waves of heat washing over them both like a hot blanket on a cold winter's night. With every stroke of his tongue against hers, she feels herself growing closer to release, the pleasure so intense it borders on painful. She digs her fingers into his shoulders, desperate for something solid to ground herself as the sensations wash over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she reaches the peak, her body tensed and shuddering around him as an orgasm rocks them both to their cores. For a moment, it feels like they've won; like they've beaten death and survived against all odds. But even as this

Her eyes meet his, sparkling with relief and gratitude as she feels the warmth spread through her body. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths. She leans in to kiss him again, their lips meeting in a slow, gentle exchange that speaks volumes about the connection they've forged in these desperate circumstances.

As their bodies cool and the intensity of their passion fades, they settle into each other, taking comfort in the heat that still lingers between them. The blizzard howls on outside, but it no longer holds any terrors for them; they've faced death and survived together, and nothing can tear them apart now. Together, they drift off to sleep, content in the knowledge that even if rescue never comes, they will always have this moment to cherish.