Ghost had gotten separated from his group, and he spoke to them through his radio, telling them to get to the meeting point and he would get there ASAP. Price told him to be careful, and he said that he was always careful.

Now he kind of regrets it.

Walking through the falling snow, he squinted as he tried to see through the whiteness. He knew where the meeting point was, but it was getting a bit hard to focus on where he was going.

As he walked, he saw something in the snow, which made him perk up. "Huh?" He mumbles under his breath and walks over, crouching down. He brushed some of the snow away and saw a glowing bottle. It had what looked like a flame on the inside, and it had heat coming from it.

"What the hell is this?" He grumbles, mostly to himself, and picks it up. He shifts the bottle slightly, seeing the glowing liquid/flame move around. The heat coming off of it felt nice, so he held it between his hands and started to walk again.

It took a while for him to get back to the group, but when he finally did, he saw Soap, who shouted. "Ghost!" He hurried over, putting his arm around Ghost's shoulders and leading him to a place to warm up. "God, you almost made me think I'd got to find you myself as a weird tea popsicle or somethin'."

Ghost rolled his eyes at him, grumbling in light annoyance, even if his worry made Ghost feel a little warm on the inside... Later, after he was warmed up and in his tent to try to sleep, he decided to open the bottle. He wanted to see what would happen—or at least what that weird fire liquid smelled like. He didn't expect for the fire to come out and form the shape of a person beside him.