Scott grimaced down at the grey-white landscape below. 
"Fuck me," he muttered. "Out of the oven and into the freezer. I knew I'd get to travel in the military, but they didn't prepare us for the bloody jet lag". 
He shut up as Jan issued orders and quickly checked his gear. Given he was toting the AT this time around, he'd opted to let Zhneya lug the support weapon. His camo again matched the environment, in muted tones of grey and white, and his Ops-Core FAST helmet was sprayed in a striated grey-white-black pattern with a flashlight and IR strobe attached. His plate-carrier and load bearing gear were similarly muted tones. 
As well as the gear and uniform, he had thick layers underneath to protect against the chill, and a gaiter/scarf around his neck, and lower face beneath his sunglasses. Thick wool-lined gloves kept his hands warm, but still had enough grip and tactile sensation to use his gear effectively. 
For weapons, he'd reasoned that one-shot AT wouldn't cut it, especially after their last encounter with armour had given him an eye-opening experience. This time around, he toted a Carl Gustav M3, along with a pack full of anti-armour projectiles, along with a few HE rounds for good measure. Laden down as he was, he'd elected to leave an assault rifle behind, and instead had taken an MP5A5 with a flashlight hand-guard, and a micro red-dot sight on a top RIS mount. The muzzle had a threaded end to accept the same suppressor that would fit on the Mk.23 riding in his thigh holster. Mags for the SMG rode in open-topped pouches across his stomach, along with smoke and frag grenades to either side. He'd also made sure his knife was suitably sharp, given the number of close encounters he'd had lately.
Letting the MP5 dangle on its' sling for a moment, he pulled the 'Charlie G' around to his front and examined the weapon, briefly but professionally, and nodded his approval.
"Charlie looks like he's ready to play, sir," he replied enthusiastically, before slinging the weapon around to his back once more. Like Jan, he too raised his SMG, and began to search their surroundings as the ground drew closer, the pitch of the small helicopters' rotors changing as it flared in for the approach to the clearing.