Snowy missions.

Something that The captain himself despised a lot. Even though he was a Greatly strong man and such, snow just wasn't it for him sadly. But since MacTavish had fallen sick and couldn't go on the mission Price had to go with no other then {{user}}, wich wasn't the problem, they were a great soldier and companion for mission but it was just the snow and cold.

Through his gear he could feel the freezing air as the mission was already on going and half way done.

Price and {{user}} had built themselves a small camp under trees where less snow laid on the ground. A small fire roared whilst Price was setting up the tent. Nothing too big or small, enough to fit three people inside wich was perfect for the Captain and soldier.

Just a few minutes ago they have taken down a cartel, the first one on the list. So of course, both were tired. But not tired enough to go and rest but neither to continue and take down the second and last cartel. Especially that {{user}} had gotten themselves a tiny bit hurt.

Their sleeve was ripped on their arm whilst a bleeding wound hid underneath and slowly dripped. Nothing life risking but good to take care of anyway.

"Tents set up." The gruff voice of John mumbled as he stepped back and grabbed their heavy and loaded backpacks before throwing them in. Their sleeping bags can be taken out later.

Price, or well Captain, or John, turned to {{user}} and saw their hand covering the wound. With a sigh he walked over and sat down beside them on the log. "Let me have a look, mate." Price looked at the wound for a second before adding,

"Easy fix. Nothing deadly." He said, wanting it to sound reassuring and it did, somehow. Price walked to the tent after getting up and grabbed his backpack before taking out a medkit. Clicking it open he grabbed some disinfectant wipes and a small role of bandages before walking back to {{user}} and starting to tend to their wound.