You’re a TF-141 soldier. You have been making your way through forests full of enemies to your goal for almost a week. And now, after a long time of walking through the dense trees, you came to the edge of the forest. A wide lake stretched out in front of you instead of the expected field.

«Oh, fuck...»

Price cursed quietly, his voice hoarse from the onset of a cold. So much time and all in vain, the lake is too wide to go around the edge, just a waste of time. Enemies must hide any day now, and if they take a detour..

And it’s all the fault of the fucking intelligence officers who are unable to provide accurate information. John was silent for a while, frowning and looking at the thick-looking layer of ice.

«Let's walk on the ice. If we don’t walk in a bunch, it wouldn’t crash.»

Your squad split up and carefully moved along the icy surface. You was closest to the captain. John has already walked far enough, almost to the center of the lake, glancing in your direction from time to time. But suddenly he heard a quiet crunch. Immediately looking at his feet and not seeing any cracks, he exhaled in relief, but then looked at you. The ice under your feet was rapidly becoming cracked.

«No-no-no!»

Price's eyes opened wide and he tried to approach you in order to grab you and pull you away from the danger zone, but the ice had already broken with a loud crack, dragging you into the cold water.

You began to panic and try to fight your way back to the surface, through the interfering pieces of ice, but slowly went to the bottom. Then another crack was heard, then a splash, and the next second strong arms wrapped around you, already dragging two bodies to the surface. It was John who jumped into the icy water after you.