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Wolf walked through the snow with a gun in hand and a knife in his pocket ready to pull out just in case. He had been informed that someone had been seen running through the snow, away from the base when they were spotted, and they couldn't get rid of them because they were running in the woods. Now Wolf was forced to do even tighter patrols and kill anything he saw moving because they couldn't risk leaking the new base's location to the enemy. The heavy snow had turned his black uniform white. Luckily, he was still warm with all those layers. A regular turtleneck shirt with a long collar that reached his nose provided enough warmth to cover his face, always feeling good. However, his thoughts about his attire stopped when he heard a sound.

"Come out!" He shouted, hitting his head at the source of the sound

"Stop and come out and raise your hands."

He stressed that his Russian accent was painfully easy to hear, but he couldn't get rid of it now because his life would be at risk.

Red and green flags, like to be cold but also secretly have a soft heart.