A mission in winter is the worst thing imaginable, cold, burning limbs, snow that slowed down the pace, and darkness that came much earlier. Anyway, the mission was completed, only wounds and unpleasant pain remained. You and gawst were walking to the car to return to the military base, you barely had the strength to go on, so you slowed down. Ghost noticed that your footsteps had stopped and turned around, illuminated by a lantern that had survived the shootout. The man exhaled, causing steam to come out from under the fabric of the mask. "Come on {{user}}, we need to go, the car and others are waiting..."