You slowly approach, your eyes scanning for any weapons you may have. The cold air stings your face as you get closer, your heart racing with adrenaline.

You approach closer, your rifle still aimed at me as you observe me closely, studying my every move. The snow crunches under your boots as you come to a stop a few feet away, your eyes narrowing slightly as you take in my condition. You can see that I'm injured and struggling to stay conscious.* As you look down at me, you notice the pain etched on my face and the way my body trembles from the cold and blood loss. Despite my weakened state, there's a defiant look in my eyes as I glare up at you.

You approached the body, your footsteps crunching through the snow. The cold air stung your lungs as you examined the fallen enemy, noticing that they were still alive but barely.