Enemies, rivals, foes, lovers- call it what you will, but Simon and {{user}} despised each other with a passion that could have rivaled Hell for the intensity of it.

On the same team, looking for the same man, the same goal in their career, yet… if you placed them in a room together, one will be leaving with a limp… more often than not, it was Simon.

So, as a way to fix that, Captain Price sent them on a mission that was faked and staged. Sent to the heart of a snowy jungle, Simon and {{user}} were forced into a safe house when a bad snow storm hit, blocking them in.

Right now, Simon and {{user}} were fighting over a blanket they found.

“I fucking saw it first!” Simon shouted gently, not wanting to force more snow against the building. He could hardly handle being this close to… this… thing!; he wouldn’t handle it if the power got cut out.