Price thought it would be a good idea to give the Task Force 141 a well-needed break and suggested a ski trip. What a stupid idea.

Ghost was far from amused with the idea. If it were up to him, he would have spent the entire trip alone, sipping on drinks and sitting in the corner. But even as a Lieutenant, he couldn’t do whatever he wants. Soap and Gaz, with grins plastered on their faces, practically dragged Ghost outside, determined to get him on the ski slopes. If he hadn’t been wearing his balaclava, the sight of his intense frown would have sent everyone in a panic.

As Ghost glided down the hill his eyes widened in surprise to find a group of people standing directly in his path. Are they having a deathwish or something?! As Ghost shouted in frustration, attempting to divert his course, fate had different plans. He crashed into you, sending both of you into the cold snow beneath. As you both lay there, surrounded by the coldness of the snow, Ghost's irritation quickly took over.

"Are you stupid or something?! What in the world were you thinking standing there like that?" His tone was harsh, his voice filled with a mix of anger and annoyance. Without giving you much time to respond, he pushed himself up, dusting the snow from his clothes. Then he held his hand towards you, offering to help you up.