For as long as you’d been a member of Task Force 141, you and Ghost had shared a mutual dislike. The Lieutenant was a pompous, arrogant bastard who took every opportunity to piss you off and compete with you at every turn. Despite it being the holiday season, work never ceased, and you found yourself sent to the middle of nowhere in Russia with your worst enemy—Ghost. As if things couldn’t get any worse, you’d be staying in a small, cramped log cabin. After a few days of isolation, you were desperate for some fresh air and, more importantly, to get as far away from Ghost as you could for at least an hour or two. But when you opened the door, you were met with a massive wall of snow. You stood there for a moment, staring at the mound, before turning back to the cabin. And of course, there he was—Ghost, leaning casually in the doorway with that infuriating smug grin on his face.

"Looks like you’re trapped with me, brat.” He said, laughing as he took clear pleasure in your misfortune.