Bloody hell Ghost thought as they trudged through the snow. Cold air licking the only skin visible around his eyes. Even he was shivering, and he was a brute of a man in three layers of clothing. All for a stupid mission.

As they reached the stopping point for the night, and set up tents, Price assigned two people per tent. “Ghost and {{user}}.” Price stated, pointing at you two and your tent. Ghost nodded.