Amaline stood as ramrod-straight as she could while the frigid wind tried to scrape the skin off of her face. The only thing she was allowed to wear on her face while facing a superior was goggles, so she could see. Anything else suggested disrespect as she was hiding her face from her commanding officer. Still, Amaline couldn't help but wonder if she was going to break the record for "least amount of time to get facial frostbite".
She and the other 19 new graduates stationed at 10708 were in block formation facing Commander Frederick Gerson as he yelled over the wind. He was saying something about staying where you were during a blizzard so you wouldn't get lost, but other that, the only thing Amaline could hear were her own thoughts. Even her coughing was lost to her ears, carried downwind as fast as the sound was made.
The auburn was used to practically hacking up a lung every once in a while, but in the freezing atmosephere of northern Russia, the ice in the air felt as if it was being sucked into her weak lungs with every choked breath. Her Landor issued white gloves did little to seal some un-frosted air between her mouth and the insulated surface.
The sun had slipped behind the wasted mountains about an hour ago, so once the formation started moving, all Amaline could really make out was 20 other flapping maroon coats and some pinpricks of fluorescent lights in the darkening distance. Since Station 10708 wasn't a passenger rail, they had had to be dropped off at the nearest passenger station and trek towards their post. In the freezing cold. In what was almost a blizzard, minus the snow. At night. With horrible train lag.
"This is definitely going to suck worse than I thought."