This story is inspired by the movie (based on a true story) "Into The White".

There may be character deaths. I love all Siege operators, but this is meant to be a drama.

Story will be entirely from Blitz's p.o.v.

Characters aren't mine.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1:

We're fucked.

My positivity is long gone. Our plane was shot down in the middle of nowhere. Jager – our pilot – was injured with a broken arm, and battered up like the rest of us. But we're alive. We're alive, but we're stuck in the snow, in unknown territory. The GPS in the plane wasn't reading correctly in the heavy snowstorm. We could be on enemy grounds.

We've lost almost all of our weapons and ammo; my shield was destroyed. We barely have bullets for our handguns. Jager can't shoot with his main arm injured. And we're frozen to our bones, trudging through snow, without any sign of shelter or civilization.

We left our burning plane behind hours ago. It's starting to get dark already and we haven't had any chance to rest. I'm growing numb and I want to sleep. But my mind is racing. The darker it gets, the more I lose hope. I think of Jager. At home he has a beautiful fiancé. He has a baby on the way, only due in a month. And I get to be the godfather. I'm so grateful, and I'm so happy for them. He's a brilliant pilot, and he'll make a great father.

I think of Bandit. I think of how he's consistently a pain in my ass, and how often I genuinely question his mental stability. Then he always finds a way to impress me with his intelligence and insight. And his random acts of kindness. I remember when we went to senior care homes to volunteer. Bandit was so kind to the patients, he was almost a different person. He was so gentle, and I never heard him say anything snarky. I saw him once paint the nails of a bed-ridden woman who was so grateful for his attention to her, she put him in her will.

Of course, I think of I.Q. Most people who know us think we are in love, or should be together romantically. We joke about this. I.Q. is not into men. And although I can admit she is beautiful, funny, and sweet, I can't say I'm in love. I've never been able to explain this to anyone who will listen, but she and I are best friends. Perhaps I think of her as a sibling.

But I care immensely about her. I don't consider myself emotional. I hide my negative feelings very well. But she is the one who can see through, and listen to me. After bugging me to open up to her, at least.

I feel responsible for their lives. It's not just because I am squad leader. We've been through a lot, and always I feel I owe them my life. I promised myself I'd do anything to protect them…

Another heavy gust of freezing wind blows directly into us. There are hardly any trees around to break the wind apart. The sky is completely clear now. When I think about it, it's been clear since we started walking. Of course it was a stormy mess when we were up in the air…

I glance up at the sky often as we kept walking. It's somewhat soothing to see the stars so clearly. In my darkest times, I always told myself I hoped that, when it was my time to die, I could die looking at the stars. It was really sinking in now.

Bandit and I began to argue. Mostly he was yelling and I was telling him to stop. I wasn't in the mood to listen to it. I. Q., who was ahead of us a ways, interrupted us with a shout. We stopped to look ahead at her.

"Look!" She points ahead. We didn't see what it was until we caught up to her. Down in a valley was a cabin. Smoke began to puff out of the chimney. I could smell it as the wind blew towards us again. "Let's go!" I said, excitedly. We ran towards are new destination, as fast as we could in the deep snow.

When we got to the front door of the cabin, we briefly agreed to charge in. We weren't in the mood to knock politely and wait. And we had a feeling that whoever was in the cabin wasn't going to just invite some random, bloodied-up soldiers inside, regardless if we're on enemy or neutral grounds.

The four of us ran inside, with a quick glance around, until we stood frozen and facing two men across from us by the fireplace. My breath caught. Our pistols were pointed at them. One of them had an SMG of some kind pointed at us. He had a mask over his face and a hood over his head. His eyes were red and crazy. The other man was sat on the lower part of a bunkbed, with a large, rusty beartrap deeply bitten into his ankle. He had a headset around his neck. He wasn't armed, but glared back at us with the same intensity as the other man. His face wasn't covered, and it was smeared with bloody fingerprints. I also saw dried blood in and around parts of his messy, brown hair. His coat was on a chair close to the fire, so he had a black long-sleeved shirt on.

They both had white-and-gray camo. Their jackets had Russia's flag on them. They're our enemy.

There were bloody footprints and splatters all over the floor. The man aiming his gun at us had blood all over himself and his hands, and we had clearly interrupted him attempting to bandage up his partner's wound. There were reddened bandages wrapped all around the wound and carefully around the teeth of the trap. Did he not know how to disengage it?

It was utterly silent, except for the fire crackling and the wind blowing through the open front door.

It was tense. I almost forgot how cold I was. Then from across the room we heard the armed man speak in a low, accented tone, "Leave here. Now,"

"No," I shot back immediately. I firmly explained ourselves to him, "Our plane was downed. We have an injured friend, and we can't stay in the cold all night,"

"This place is ours. You are not welcome, свиньи*. Go, or I shoot," the man growled back at me.

I noticed the other Russian looking away, wincing in pain. The blood from his wound continued dripping onto the floor as he attempted to finish wrapping his ankle. I continued, "Where do you suggest we go?"

"Go to hell."

Alright, I set myself up for that. But I don't back down.

"We are staying here. I don't like it, either, but we must,"

Bandit spoke up, nearly interrupting me, "We don't want to be friends with you. You keep to yourselves, we'll keep to ours," I nod in agreement.

The armed Russian's eyes look over all of ours. After a moment, I speak up again, "We will leave as soon as we can," I assure him. I put my gun away, slowly, carefully watching his reaction. He's quiet, but attentive. I gesture for my teammates to do the same, keeping my eye on the Russian. After a tense moment he lowers his gun as well. I see I.Q. in my peripheral view quietly step towards the front door and shut it.

I nod to the nervous Russians. They nod back. We have somewhat of a truce.

Now I remember to breathe. And I remember I'm cold.

I notice, completely opposite of where the Russians are, behind us, there are more places to sleep that we can use. There is a bunkbed and a loveseat. I suggest to Jager and I.Q. that they lie down and rest. Bandit was already headed to the top bunk.

I look at the armed Russian, "Where are we?"

"I don't know. We crashed near here,"

He was covered in blood, but I couldn't tell if any of it was his own. He looked otherwise unscathed, "You also crashed? In a plane?"

"Yes."

"Odd coincidence. Are we in Russia? Do you know that much?"

The man adjusts on the chair he's been sitting on. They've both been staring at me.

"We are not in Russia. Quit asking questions." He rubs his eyes, tiredly. It looks like he hasn't slept in days.

"Kapkan, cпи сейчас**…" the other man says to his armed counterpart. His voice was somehow more calm and collected. "Kapkan" shook his head, replying with a simple "no" in Russian.

Hmm. "What is your name?" I ask the injured one. Kapkan answers instead, "Is none of your business! Stop with the questions,"

Before I can argue, the other man quietly answers, "Glaz".

"Kapkan and Glaz…" I look at Kapkan, who's clearly agitated. I respond quickly, "I'm not asking to befriend you, but I don't think the snow is going away by tomorrow, so we may be stuck here longer than any of us would like. So, we can at least know the names of each other,"

"Why bother, Blitz? Let's sleep and head out tomorrow. I don't want to stay here with these guys, do you?," Bandit says from the top bunk of "our side" of the cabin. I sigh and point my thumb back at his direction, "That's Bandit. Ignore him,"

"He speaks truth," Kapkan responds. 'Maybe you two can be friends then,' I think to myself, annoyed.

"The man on the lower bunk is Jager. The one on the loveseat is I.Q." I finish.

Glaz nods. Kapkan is silent. Nothing else is said between us.

I head over to the loveseat and grab I.Q.'s hands, gently tugging her up to her feet. "You don't need to sleep here. Use the bed,"

"I don't want to bother Jager with his arm the way it is," she says, worriedly.

"Share with Bandit," I look up at Bandit relaxed on the top mattress. He's on his stomach, hugging the small pillow, now looking down at us. "There's not enough room," he says. I can't tell if he's really being childish or sarcastic.

"I don't particularly want to sleep next to you, either…" She says to him, jokingly.

"Bandit, I.Q. sleeps up there. Either you can share or you can have the loveseat. I'm trying to be polite here," seeing as the loveseat won't fit an adult comfortably.

"Okay, Dad," Bandit responds, helping I.Q. up onto his bed. Jager was already asleep on the bottom bunk, not even under the blankets. I pulled the blankets up over him as far as I could without waking him. Then I headed to the loveseat and sat down. Feels comfier than it looks, but… no, I won't complain. I could be out trying to sleep in the snow instead. We're lucky. Though I do not trust the Russians across the room. I'm still cautious. I don't like this situation at all, but we must make the best of it. I hear I.Q. make a noise to get my attention, so I look at her, curiously, "Hm?"

She whispers, "Should I watch?" I shake my head. "I will, first. I'll wake you for 2nd watch," She gives me a thumbs up before curling up behind Bandit's back. He jokingly grumbles, "Hold still, I'm trying to sleep!" I see him jump slightly, I.Q. probably pinched him. I am glad they all seem to be able to go to sleep so quickly. But that also tells me just how exhausted they are. Even if I hadn't volunteered to stay awake for the first half of the night, I don't think I could rest peacefully.

I sigh again. It's gonna be a long night. I wonder what tomorrow will bring? I sit back and exchange cautious glances with Kapkan, while his own partner is curled up in bed, asleep, with his damaged leg bleeding through the blankets.

* - "pigs"

** - "sleep now"