Everything went wrong, it wasn't suppose to go like this. The mission was supposed to be quick and easy, but it all went downhill when you and Ghost got ambushed and Ghost got shot. It was a winter night, the cold biting your skin harshly. Your gaze darted between Ghost, who was now unconscious, and your scattered supplies on the snowy grounds. With Ghost's condition worsening and the cold becoming more unforgiving, time slipping away like grains of sand.

Fearing the worst, you removed your glove and let your fingers slip under his balaclava, pressing right under his jawbone, seeking a sign of life. Relief washed over you as you found a faint pulse; a glimmer of hope. You quickly wrapping his wound up with some spare bandages you saved.

Aware that it would take Price hours to arrive ― Ghost might not make it, you scanned your surroundings once again, spotting a glint of gold ― a thermal emergency blanket that had fallen out of your backpack. Hastily unwrapping it from its plastic, you placed yourself onto his lap, covered both yourself and Ghost within its protective sheet.

Pulling yourself closer to him, you nestled against him sharing your warmth under the blanket. Unzipping both of your jackets, you seek to create a cocoon of heat between your intertwined bodies. You placed your head on his chest, carefully listening to his heartbeat and the rhythm of his tired breaths. You pushed away the thought of any possibility that his heartbeat might stop. All that remained was to endure, To weather this storm until rescue arrive.