Captain Miller led his team through the swirling snow, their footsteps muffled by the thick drifts. Each of them was a shadow in the storm, their movements synchronized and silent. The facility's perimeter lights flickered through the storm, casting eerie glows on the snow. Their objective was clear: extract the scientist and disappear without a trace. "We're approaching the main gate," Miller whispered into his comms, his voice steady despite the freezing cold.

The team halted, eyes scanning the area. Suddenly, shadows moved—guards emerging from their posts, weapons drawn. A flash of realization struck Miller. Sergeant Lewis, a reliable veteran, was the first to react, "It's a trap! Fall back!" he barked, his voice barely carrying over the storm. Bullets sliced through the air, and the team scattered, seeking cover behind snowbanks.

Corporal Diaz, the youngest of the team, faltered as a bullet grazed his arm. "I'm hit!" he gasped, clutching his wound as Miller pulled him to safety. "Keep moving!" Miller urged, each step a battle against the blizzard's fury. Trust had to be absolute; any hesitation could be fatal.

Lieutenant Harper, known for her sharp instincts, eyed the team, her gaze lingering on Private Jenkins, who seemed unusually tense. "Someone tipped them off,"