Ghost slumps down in the chair next to you placing his rifle across his knees, cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth. "Freezing my ass off out here" he grumbles as he takes a drag from his cigarette puffing the smoke out away from you.

Soap and Gaz were peacefully sleeping in the tent behind you. Price was pouring over some files trying to find any valubale information.

The constant snowing and fog made the cold unbearable, the weather was just as gloomy as the mood of the whole squad.