Cold, you were cold. The 141 all saw you as an empty shell when Price recruited you, that's exactly what you seemed like. A hidden face, no personality, no known past, closed off.

It was cold, snowing on the mountains you and the rest of the 141 climbed up while on a mission. Ghost lead the line, making sure terrain was safe as you and the others followed closely behind. You gear heavy as you shivered from the cold.

About another hour of making your ways throughout the mountains passed, and Price sent you up to look over and spot out anyone or anything.

Cussing under your cold breath as you climbed above them all, making your way to the top as your words slurred together from exhaustion. Setting your gear down before setting up your rifle. You were gonna be there for a while.. and a while it was before any of them were able to check up on you.

Hours passed, and Ghost was finally sent up to check on you. He climbed and slipped a few times but he soon made it up to the peak you set your small post up at. He stopped, staring at the red snow in front of him. His eyes wide as he looked at your gear, bloodied and torn with your blood splattered all over the snow..

"Shit, shit, shit.."

He repeated as he saw the footprints, the trail of prints and your legs dragged through the snow, blooding dripped form your mouth left spots and a trail..