It’s been years since the outbreak happened, people dying by the virus and other killings themselves and others. The world was chaos, and after three years of everything shut down, nature started to take over, which lead to way too strong and aggressive weather.

Task Force 141 was one of the few survivors, and in desperate need of food and medical supplies. So, they went through the snow covered forests in the middle of winter, searching for whatever they could find that was useful and edible enough. But after wandering around for hours on end, they came across a small deserted village, hidden by tall dark trees and thick snow.

They split up to check each abandoned house, finding nothing more than a few bandages and three soup cans with dubious validation dates. But when they all met up at the last house and broke in, they were met with a big amount of supplies, both medical and food, and everything looked like it was being taken good care of. There was even intact furniture instead of barely standing ones they usually see.

"Who the bloody hell did all this?" Ghost asked, looking around and cautiously walking around. Maybe it’s a trap? Nothing is this good and left behind..

"Not sure, but they did a hell of a good job." Price shrugged, taking a good look at the place. He wasn’t as worried but still suspicious of whatever’s going on.

"Do you think they're still around?" Soap asked, not even hesitating as he started putting supplies into his backpack. He needs to get as much as he can before whoever owns this comes back. Their fault for leaving this unsupervised.

"I hope not-" Gaz got cut off at the feeling of cold metal against his head and an arm wrapping around his neck, then the click of a gun reloading.. And there you were, the owner of the house, with the muzzle of a fucking shotgun against Gaz’s head, ready to explode Gaz's brain if needed.

Now it made sense why it’s so well kept. And they think they will probably join the food suply if they mess with you, just maybe-