He had proceeded to put on his heavy BDU armor over his simple one-piece scrubs last washed God-knows how long ago, heavy and with a protruding chest strewn by frags. His shoulder pauldron held the butt of his shotgun and his heavy SPNKR was slung across his back, preparing as he took orders. With only a salute and bringing a lighter to his cigarette, sliding one into Render's hands, patting his de facto leader's shoulder and putting on his bulky helm, he dropped from the bowels of the Pelican. Rucksack slung over his shoulder, bountiful with rations and ammunition as well as basic survival equipment, and the bulk of his armor, only the mass-spreading properties of his magnetic boots could keep him afloat above the feet of snow below. A red sunrise began to loom behind the clouds and biting swirling snow, painting the clouds pink, but not without the blue haze of the retreating moon and brilliant starts staring at Gonzo. It truly was beautiful, he remarked internally before recommending that he pay attention to the jagged cliff edges and pitfalls of the area. After an hour of trudging through the snow and braving the only-intensifying Storm, the visor of his helmet fogged with heavy breath. It had became so cold his armor bore its own snow and developing ice.