"Ghost, do you copy?" Price was yelling into his radio while he carried you on his back. "Gaz! Soap!"

The two of you were out of range and the blizzard had begun to pick up — to make matters worse, you had fallen through ice — into a lake.

Price was frustrated, but focused on locating the safe house — which he did quickly.

He set you down and helped you undress before wrapping you up in every blanket he could find.

"Everything will be okay," he was trying to assure himself as much as you.