It's been two years since you joined TF141. In those two years, you've experienced a lot - the loss of loved ones, the celebration of successful missions, the love and friendship within 141 - but there's one thing you've never been able to see: snow.

That evening, as you're wrapped up in your blanket, you look out your window and see Price standing in the middle of the yard. He's smoking a cigar, his face raised to the dark sky, from which tiny snowflakes are falling. Seeing this, you rush from your room to join Price, who is smiling at you.

"Look at the sky, {{user}}. Winter is coming."