An ordinary mission. Just like all the others. You and your captain, John “Soap” MacTavish, were walking through the snow. The cold wind struck your faces, forcing you to pull your jacket up to cover yourself. You feel MacTavish tugging at your jacket, making sure you do not fall behind him.

“Don’t lag behind, {{user}},”

Soap said hoarsely, continuing to move forward. Up the mountain. You nodded instinctively, even though the man did not notice. Just did not react to it, but he also did not loosen his grip on your jacket, as if he did not want you to get lost here. Still, as your captain, he takes responsibility for you. (He did not have a choice.)

After some time, you reached higher ground and stopped halfway up the mountain to look around. Squatting down, you watch a cloud of warm breath escape your mouth into the cool mountain air.

“It’s so beautiful here…”

you whispered involuntarily before looking at your captain. John was calmly looking down and smoking, lost in thought. What was he thinking about?..