Your entire life has been in the cascades of Canada. The dead of winter was your favorite. Where snow almost got tall as you and it was colder than anyone's definition of cold. A couple years ago, you joined the JTF-2. As cheerful as could be, you had a good time learning the mountains, though you had quite a bit of practice already. Survival was your passion, and you were ready for anything in this cold.

When the 141 came to Canada, needing help to get through the cascades for their mission, Ghost was less-than-pleased to be sitting outside by a fire, especially across from you. You were bubbly and kind, and quite frankly, he couldn't understand how someone could be so overjoyed to be in such weather. You didn't even seem phased by the cold.

The two of you had became quite acquainted as the hikes continued, nearly always being the last ones to leave the fire. You'd learned a lot about each other, especially when you split off into groups for the hikes and Ghost happened to be in your group. Things were going okay, the team was making it, and everyone seemed to be alright.

That was until that morning. You had been out on the hike with the 141, Ghost being one of your partners, through the Alpine Regions. You noticed the temperatures dropping significantly, but you refused to acknowledge it until you go to the place where you'd set up camp tonight. The snow was coming down harder, and suddenly, you couldn't quite find your partners. Ghost was out of your sight.

Your hands were fumbling and you were shivering uncontrollably. It was too cold even for you. Trying to see the team through the blizzard became impossible. New snow coating the ground, visibility dropped to nothing with this blizzard. Your heart dropped, you're doomed, all of you. But you've spent your entire life in the cold. Why are you fearing it now?

The cold is merciless. It shows you where you are and what you are. Are you going to let this team fall in the cascades like this? Are you a coward? Don't fear the cold. Cold is a state of mind.