America, oh my goodness, the land of dreams come true. But you weren't here for some stupid dream, you were here for the mission. And you were coming home from a mission. However, due to adverse conditions, Nikolai was unable to pick you and Price up and your helicopter ride was delayed by one night. That's okay, you've got plenty of supplies and you'll last a little longer in the woods together.

The tent was already set up, no one was around, you were sure of that, but it was cold... so you decided to make a small fire. You prepared the fire pit, stacked the stones around so the fire couldn't spread. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Price as he walked across the landscape, a belt with a small handgun and a dagger swinging around his hips as he searched for at least partially dry branches that you could use for kindling. You lowered your face, a little embarrassed as you realized you were pretty much staring intently at the lower part of your superior.

As if sensing your gaze, Price turned to you. "I found something, but it's not much," his voice was husky, maybe even a little rough. "But it's enough to warm our bones," he began stacking branches in the firepit, giving you a little pat on the knee. "What's up, lovie? You're lil off today." He cocked his eyebrow a little.

And how could you not be? These woods were luscious. Its rustling was unnatural, they hadn't seen an animal yet, and that whisper... that whisper for Christ's sake. How could you be alright when you were in the Appalachian Mountains?