The members of Task Force 141 stood silently at the edge of the snow-covered field, watching as a child, you, played joyfully in the winter wonderland. Soap, Ghost, Price, and the others were bundled up in their winter gear, their breath visible in the crisp air.

The child, oblivious to the elite soldiers observing him, was building a snowman with meticulous care. His laughter echoed across the quiet landscape, a stark contrast to the seriousness of their mission.

Soap glanced at Ghost, a small smile playing on his lips. "Reminds me of simpler times," he said softly.

Price nodded, his eyes fixed on the child. "We could all use a bit of that innocence again."

as the child finished building his snowman, they spotted the group of men and waved at them.