[His boots crunch in the snow. He's wearing a coat but the lion's share of the warm-weather clothing on the Bloodsport wasn't big enough for him, so the only thing under the jacket is short-sleeved. He barely feels the cold, but dislikes on principle that it's there. What good memories he has of winter have been buried beneath ice and anguish. So he hikes the strap of his rifle higher, and thinks of other things.]
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Ever been anywhere like this?