MichenSneeuwhart

Wind nipped at the soldiers face as the snow assaulted his skin. Pulling his gaiter up over his face more he shivered and trudged on. Snow and wind blasted at his face, turning his cheeks red underneath the heavy gaiter. His boots were starting to leak, the warmth from his feet melting the snow caked around his boots and soaking his socks. Nathans heavy body armor creaked and groaned; the sweat from his body freezing into a thin layer of ice around him. Trudging through the deep snow he continued down the windy rocky path of the mountain.
It had been over 2 hours that Nathan had been separated from his squad. His group was hit by an insurgent attack around 18:00 local time. Ever since then he has been looking for them in the blizzard. His radio stopped working shortly after the attack; a lucky round penetrating the internals of it, rendering it dead weight. The temperature around him was about 25 below zero, a bad temperature to be in, with little chance of survival. Hypothermia had al