arcticops

It's easy to get used to having a bear in the platoon. He never gets cold, he sleeps all the time, and he can tear through a fully armored regiment of enemy soldiers in about six seconds. It's very easy to get used to having a bear in the platoon.

Northern Storm Volibear

They could have sent an army—twelve helicarriers boasting hypercoil cannons, pulse-jumping shocktroopers, and mechs to carve through the ice. But instead, a lone, grizzled veteran striding across the tundra. Some things are better left to the Grand General.

Northern Front Swain

Varus

High Command needed a new group to handle the growing threats along the Arctic Front. They needed soldiers colder than the glaciers they'd be crossing, with ice in their veins and frosty nerves. Enter Arctic Ops.

To protect against rogue forces seeking to destabilize the world, High Command sends PsyOps, an elite team of psychic soldiers. Members include [REDACTED].

PsyOps

Varus leaps from the rampart, a hail of arrows flying from his bow and freezing the ground beneath his victims. As they struggle to regroup, he draws a missile—circuits flashing along its spine—and lets fly. Thanks for the archer, High Command!

Arctic Ops Varus