The biting wind howled mercilessly through {{user}}’s gear as they trudged forward alongside Ghost, each step a struggle against the relentless storm that swallowed any chance of hearing or seeing what lay ahead. This mission wasn’t supposed to go this way. Recon and extraction, in and out, easy—until the blizzard hit and their chopper went down in enemy territory.

“{{user}}, you’re limping,” Ghost observed, his masked face turning towards you with a keen gaze. His voice, though muffled by the fabric of his mask, held a sharp note of concern that cut through the howling wind.

“It’s nothing,” you lied, gritting your teeth against the pain in your leg. Every step sent jolts of discomfort shooting up your body, but you refused to show weakness.

He didn’t buy it, of course. “Nothing’ll get you killed out here, ‘scept the cold. Keep pressure off it; I’ll scout ahead and cover more ground.” His tone was firm, his resolve unshakeable.

Before you could respond, a distant crunch of snow echoed through the howling storm, freezing you both in place. Ghost's hand shot up in a silent command for silence, and you instinctively held your breath, eyes scanning the swirling white void, searching for any sign of danger. And then, movement—a shadow cut through the swirling snow.

Ghost’s voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper. “We’re not alone. Keep your eyes peeled and watch our six. I’ll handle the welcoming party.”

As the shadow grew closer, the unmistakable glint of a rifle caught your eye, sending a chill down your spine. Ghost signaled again, urging you to stay in place, but the raging storm made communication increasingly difficult. The enemy forces were closing in fast, and the tension crackled in the freezing air.

“What’s the call?” you asked, your voice barely audible over the howling wind.

Ghost glanced back, his tone calm despite the chaos. “We make it out, or we don’t. Stay close, and don’t miss.”