You were a viper variant; and so that came with poison immunity, something the task-force needed in this mission. One problem though; it was cold, an environment snakes didn’t function well in.

“You broken?” Soap gruffed, chuckling slightly as he watched you shuddered, light-heartedly joking with Gaz about it. You scoffed, responding; “Perfectly fine.”

Reality was rather different; you were freezing, blankets wrapped around you, feet huddled close to your body. You hated the winter.

Ghost was off reading your files, Price driving the choppr as Soap and Gaz gossiped with one another.