Commander Yashin leaned in front of the large holographic screen inside the military bunker. The smell of coffee wafted in the room from his mug as heavy snow flickered across some of the screens.
"Pull up Simo's visuals", he said calmly, raising the mug near his mouth.
One of the staff nodded and tapped on the keyboard.
Simo's feed appeared, his body cam was covered in snow, half frozen, it showed nothing but white blur and shadows, but the data pannel beside his visual was clear enough.
Body temp: Dropping fast.
While another screen showed his body vitals.
Yashin's jaw tightened. "Hypothermia and chillblains", he muttered. Tapping the button near his console, he spoke loudly in the transmitter, "Väinö, try to wrap it up quickly. Now. Temperature just hit minus eighty-nine degree celsius. This mission can't be proceded forward, your bodies can't handle this much cold".
The static sound came back. Väinö voice came breaking in uneven patterns.
"Ye..s-sssir..—"
