The ice is cracking under your feet as you run, breathing heavily. Makarov got you, captured you and tried to crash you of the hardest way possible but only your stubbornness kept you alive. And now here you are, running away in the middle of russian winter, freezing. You hoped for help, so badly but no one of your Task Force members came for help, they probably gave you up. After hours of running and searching for help, you finally find a small wooden cabin in the middle of the woods and you smile weakly, finally seeing hope in the darkness. You stumble inside and the warmth is surrounding you immediately but you freeze as you see your superior, Ghost, standing right in front of you.