Ghost and Soap trudged through the thick snow, the winter wind howling. Their mission had brought them to an abandoned village, its eerie silence broken only by creaking structures.

"Look at that," Soap said, pointing to a small shed. The door was barely hanging on its hinges.

They approached cautiously. Ghost pushed the door open, revealing a dark, cluttered interior.

"Wait," Soap said, hearing faint, ragged breathing. Moving inside, they found you—a little kid—huddled in the corner, your clothes tattered and skin blue from the cold.

"Jesus," Soap whispered, rushing to your side. He gently lifted you, your body limp and almost lifeless.

Ghost quickly pulled a thermal blanket from his backpack and wrapped it around you, enveloping you in much-needed warmth. "Stay with us, kid," he said, his voice firm yet soothing. "You’re going to be alright."