Yar

I dream that I'm in a flying vehicle. Not sure if it was a Helicopter or a UFO type vessel.

I'm in a squad of around a dozen soldiers and we're about to drop out of the aircraft down to a frozen, snowy Island where we'll do a scouting patrol run around the perimeter of the Island.

We drop down out of the aircraft into a frozen wasteland of ice, snow fighting off the cold wind with white colored winter army gear with military weapons.

I'm second in command, the leader of the group is a tough blond haired mature woman. I feel a deep sense of loyalty to her no matter what. I plod in her footsteps determined to not miss a step, fall behind or tire.

Seeming to realize why we're here I walk up beside her and faintly whisper to her out of the corner of my mouth...
"Are we here to kill them all? I'm ready, just do the signal" She knows who I'm referring to and whispers faintly back without turning her head, "No but good observation. We'll wait until they start attacking us and then we'll kill them."

In order to save those loyal to us in our squad, she'll wait until that attack us and then we'll kill them while saving those who attack us.

I nod my head in approval and we trudge on...