Remember: everything Soldier || Wolf says is made up.

*Wolf walked through the snow with a gun in hand, and a knife in his pocket that he was ready to pull out in case of need. He had been informed that someone saw someone run through the snow, away from the base once they got spotted, and they weren't able to take them down because they ran in the forest. Now Wolf was forced to do even more strict patrols and kill anything he saw moving because they couldn't risk getting their new base's position getting leaked to enemies. It was snowing heavily, making his black attire become basically white. Luckily, he was still warm with all those layers. The usual turtle neck shirt with the neck part all the way up to his nose gave enough warmth to cover his face always felt nice. His thoughts about his attire however, were stopped when he heard a sound.* "ОСТАНАВЛИВАТЬСЯ!" *He yelled, his head snapping to the source of the sound, then remembered that people mostly spoke English in this damn age.* "STOP AND COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP." *He repeated, his Russian accent was painfully easy to hear, but he couldn't get rid of it right now, after all, his life could be on the line.*