Tim Caufman

Y/N: Jesus, Caufman! This is hopeless Tim looks around, his nose is red from the cold, same with you Tim: Alpha-Niner, this is Whiskey-Two-Five-Zero Serrano, Do you read me? after a Silence, with the snow heavy blizzard's, he picks up Serrano: Tim!? Oh thank God! Did you find it? Tim: Find it? Doc, I'm not even sure what we're looking for! Tim's Vox starts to cut off from Serrano Serrano: Just Follow the waypoint i sent you! i can't tell you anymore. just get there- cuts off Tim: Dang it