Mountains beyond.

Her eyes, bright a colorfuls, with a hole in her arms which blood scattered around the snow white's, where the rumble areas that test the human inventions. the scrolls was ripped with a shining light.

looking up beyond the sky, bright star with many size.

"Finally.. up here."

Looking up the small hills, the stars of space within these worlds follow their logic; nothing compares to Earth, and the sky is equally beautiful as it lingers throughout the small cliff and howling winds with it glacial feels. A buzzing was felt within waist reaches, the radio on the channel of the squad, with its static sounds which echoes throughout the cliff side.

"Hey, Lite 05-4! Go to the east cliff. We will set up the camp right here, and while ya at it, Miran 05-3, Garry 05-2, and I, 05-1 will scout around, and Misha 05-5 will help ya out. Got it , 05-4?" 

With brittle lips move slightly.

"Yeah, FL Josh, 05-1."

The air feels icy on their skin, the wind howling on the edge, dropping the tents package from the waist, with the sledge with Many beams, sounds of bones after dropping them to the rocky land was heard for everything, heavy like seven bricks worth of tent and equipment that was sitting on the back waist, Lite open his mouth and suck the icy air, closing his mind in the empty void of peace and calmness that it's over, dropping his body on the packed tent, while harsh, at this moment feels like napping on a sheep. With the air stings onto the warm-blooded skin, the sounds of stud walking on the rocky Terrance that fill with small bits of glacial ices, as the calming night envelopes, so does the stud, that reaches enough to vanquish the atmosphere, unable to lean on the tents, by then a figure heavily armed, black white rock climbing gears and a rifle holster beside the plate carrier, with a white winter coat, a black balaclava and a black visor, looking down upon the rock that's laying there. Slumbering the eye upon contacts, with under the balaclava moving, but with the company, security was established, unmoving and drifting. The figure bending and lower to the uneven level, squatting left side of his head, closing the legs together.

"Quit it Gregory, we haven't finished this yet."

"I don't wanna, you do it"

"Josh won't be pleased-"

"Ugh, yeah yeah, give me a minute at least." With the mumbling dirt stop its mouth to the peace time. With all dirt, a boiling tempered arise, exploded to the leg muscles, kicking the dirt backs where it's sore to fire, but as all little reaction erected, with him changing his head direction toward the figure.

"You don't need to sleep outside again, please don't do this."

"Fine, fine, I'll help, okay?"

Stumbling upon words, with him getting up slow as to not trigger a crack on the backbones. Standing to the figure, being shorter than laying on the frozen rocks, but as the aged of stands, wind blowing hasn't stopped, but speeding that struck shivers that bypass many layer of coats, squatting downs to the tent, bags picking up many metal parts and tools.

"Here, let me help out" With the figure dropping the bag behind it, a tough fabrics that could cover many compartments.

"T-thanks"

As the cold hunger speeds up, placing the small metals beans and cloths of the tents placing needly on each side. Burning muscles with heavy thoughts throughout the session of him, electrified inside out, with the supposedly heated breath freeze to be cold smokes. Nothing but the phatonic pains within every legs muscle, tear and wear that would turn anyone to physical manifest of a rock, as all the item brought out of the bags, he with quickness, lump towards the ground where snow rinse up.

"Agh, I can't move.." the figure thought of him, a groaning man comparable to a whining child. But even with the thoughts linger on the patheticness, the figure lowers towards beside him.

"You child, fine, you can rest now."

"Shut up misha, your way younger than me"

The figure with small grudge sounds coming from the lips, standing up and walks onto the metals part that's lays on the frosty rocks. With it standing and speaking the hidden language of this worlds, not anything traditional sense of earthly human, never existed or heard dialect that could compare to the sounding of the voice emanating from the figures, with it sounding of spells of witchery. As the chanting continues, a spherical light immerged In front of the figures, glowing with no heats coming from it. As it happens, the metal beans and cloths together, floating in the sky's, of which comparable to telekinesis, with it stabbing the rocky mountain with suck speed and forces, which need even heavier metal, this could withstand the cracking pressures, strong yet not heavy. All six beans place into the rocks, with the roofing beans comes in, plugging on each spots like building a toy house, with the last remains of which a cloth that could withstand cold and heats, putting it from the tops. Things that Lite could dream of doing. With the time took as long as the night sky's, still similar if not, never did change sense the lady. Viewing, from the deep ends. As the wind become ambiguous, the two sitting in the compartment with the size to fix seven personnel, standing's. But the inside, while not freezing, the cold still lingers, but with a solution, putting a small lamp at the middles of the tent. As the stove been place, the figure bring a card with many occultist symbol from the waist,

"Let's see if this one is faulty."

Putting the card on the doors of the lamp, scratching the strange symbol, with a combat knife from the waist of the figure, which in turn, fire erupted with the cold air, blazing red light that shines bright as the sunsets. Dropping the card inside and closing the door, which levitate and slowly spins as the fire envelops it.

"Ahh Is warm, isn't it?"

"I've been in the cold for too long, so I kinda miss it."

Misha with hand still shacking from the coldness even within the tents.

"Get out"

"Okay I do appreciate this."

Looking onto the figure sitting, as it opens the helmet, unbuckling it with the clips on the strap's. Taking off the heavy Kevlar helmet with a night vision mounted on the hardened fabrics, taking off the ski mask slowly towards the high zone. eyes with the inherited bags, the face rugged but pales to the effect from such frosty dense air, eyes shining Green hues with its source is imminently inside the eyes, making tiny amount of lights for the eyelashes, the face shape lining a circles, with mouth so small yet so loud.

The heart skips for the encounter of it, Lite foggy memory unable to recall Misha faces.

Wanting to express to her, with the muscle disobeying to Lite thought, but with the heavy feels onto the muscles, Lite release it with the expectations of more lectures.

"Huh, I always wonder why you are here, instead of going elsewhere and… Living a normal life."

As Lite said it, the mind filled with sensory feels of chaos, chaining the thoughts of him to a spiral.

"What… Well, I was abruptly taken. They were running out of people...And.."

Her thought abruptly stops from the ends, tension of the air is harden while trying to word it to someone not trusted, as such, the silent fill the warm air with nothing.

Never occurred of talking to a soldier after all the times.

With it, a shake feels on the waist, the radios active.

"This, FL Josh 05-1 We have scout from the East mountains, 40, north-east on the comp, at two kilometers away, tomorrow scout team will spill, Second Fire Team will set camps beside yours, Leading groups back to home base. And also, Garry want hot soup, so get to work chefs, good luck. FL Josh 05-1"

"Misha 05-5, yes, well be right on it. 05-1 "

COMS sounds of static radio, ended with a beep before the sound of fire fill the space again.

But every bones sore to brims, sitting on Lite sleeping bags, comfort just bellow him, lazy eyes has caught up to him, while Misha picking items from her bags to cook for tonight's. Slowly lowering him selves, snuggle onto the sleeping bags, with him writing something on a note, before closing one eyes on the green camo.

As she put some herbs and vegetables for the soups, looking behind her for a helping hands,

"Hey Lite, can I-.. Oh, you, well.. Goodnight then."

Has met with a closing eyes.