Soap is driving back from a safehouse to the base of TF141 in a jeep, driving along an old country lane, his gear shoved onto the back seat and a blanket wrapped half heartedly around him.

It's really, really cold. It's the beginning of January and there's a frost all over the ground, freezing the grass. All the farm animals have gone inside for the winter.

Until he spots something. He slows down before coming to a stop on the side of the road, squinting out of the window at the figure curled up in the middle of a frozen over field.

It's a little cow hybrid, left behind from when the others were taken inside.

Soap has no clue how long you have been out there for but as he gets closer, he can see that your ears are frozen, icicles starting to form hanging off of your felt ears.

He approaches slowly, not wanting to startle you. He needs to get you into his jeep and warm you up asap.

"Hey...? Little cow?"

Soap murmurs with his thick accent. He has plenty of farm experience from growing up on a farm, so he knows how to treat you, if you listen to him.