This moment, which I experienced during a mission in Battlefield: Bad Company 2, perfectly demonstrates why the game is so interesting: it offers a unique and varied take on established FPS genre conventions. My eyesight returns to normal and I'm quickly back outside in the cold, zigzagging from one warm spot to the next, all the while evading enemies. Just as things start going dark, I burst into the house, put a few bullets into its armed occupant and cozy up to the fireplace.
My desperate dash to the nearest hillside house slows as my body begins shivering violently, and my vision is fading under a veil of ice. I have to get farther down and find my team, but the frostbite is starting to overwhelm. I am alone on a mountainside and can barely see the encroaching enemies through the fog of snow.
Two members of my squad have taken too long to radio in our extraction, and the third just impatiently ran off into the storm in search of them.
