This fucking place! He had no idea what was going on, or where he was, or what the deal was with the weird network his radio had tuned itself in to so that everyone could hear him, or why people knew his name or how the hell he was somewhere with snow or, or anything! He'd done the unthinkable after too many people had started talking at him on the network, and ditched his earpiece and throat mic somewhere near what looked like a church (?). He wouldn't know if his squad showed up, since he'd left the weird old cellphone with them, but it'd stop people yammering on at him, and he could think.
And that was when some heavily-pregnant lady opened the door and started yelling and waving at him. Fucking hell.
She'd seen him now, so there was no way he could get out of it. He reached a cleared spot - the snow was only up to his ankles - which made things a fuckload easier, and he warily approached the doorway. "Ma'am," he said as he approached, and waited to see what she wanted.