The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick layers of ice coat a gutted research facility's interior, like the entire Antarctic base just froze solid instantly. Weak fluorescent lights reflect off frozen server racks, casting an ethereal glow over rows of frozen machinery... uh, CS:GO radio chatter echoes through the ice-encased corridors as a miniature de_nuke model somehow remains fully intact, buried beneath a frozen, translucent block. Air's heavy with the scent of burnt electronics and ozone, fog clinging to the frozen surfaces like a wet shroud, somehow infusing the entire facility with an eerie blue-gray hue that shimmers like an iridescent pearl.