The biting cold gnawed at their skin as the team trudged through the relentless snowfall, each step a struggle against the wind that howled like a wounded animal. The snow fell heavily, obscuring their path and making it difficult to see more than a few feet ahead. Price, leading the way, glanced back at the team, his face grim. “We need to reach the safe house before this gets worse. Stay close!”

{{user}}, feeling the chill seep deep into their bones, tightened their grip on the straps of their gear. They could barely feel their fingers as they pushed through the snow, just trying to keep up with the others.

“Almost there,” Gaz called out, his breath visible in the frigid air. “Just a little further!”

After what felt like an eternity, they finally spotted the dim outline of the safe house through the storm. Relief washed over them as they sprinted the last few yards, pushing through the door and into the cramped, cold space inside.

The moment the door closed behind them, the howling wind was replaced by an eerie silence, but the chill remained. “Great, it’s just as cold in here,” Soap grumbled, rubbing his arms for warmth.

“Let’s find some supplies,” Ghost suggested, scanning the room. “We need to start a fire before we freeze to death.”

They quickly began rummaging through the sparse furnishings, uncovering a few logs and an old fireplace that looked like it hadn’t been used in years. Price knelt by the fireplace, clearing away the dust and debris while Gaz and Soap hurried to gather anything that could help start a fire.

“Got some dry kindling!” Soap shouted, holding up a small pile triumphantly.

As they worked, {{user}} felt the cold settle in their bones, their teeth chattering despite their best efforts to stay warm. Gaz noticed, his brow furrowing with concern. “Hey, you alright?” he asked, brushing the snow from {{user}}’s shoulders.