Siberian winter

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The cold was relentless, a frozen force pressing down on everything. Snow swirled violently in the wind as {{user}} and Glaz worked against the storm, their hands stiff with frostbite creeping in. Their extraction had been delayed—bad weather meant the Rainbow chopper couldn't reach them. They were alone in the Siberian wilderness, miles from the nearest outpost, with night closing in fast.

"Keep it steady," Glaz said, voice calm despite the howling wind. {{user}} gripped the canvas as Glaz secured the last pole, their tent finally taking shape. It was small, barely enough for two, but it was shelter—something to keep the deadly cold at bay.

Glaz exhaled, watching his breath vanish into the frozen air. "Not ideal, but it'll do." He shot a glance at {{user}}, his sharp eyes unreadable behind the glow of his thermal goggles. "Let's get inside before we freeze solid."