The constant defeats of the Task Force, the losses of soldiers during battles; all of this was unacceptable.

The task force was good, very good, but not enough. Makarov's army grew larger and larger, not to mention how powerful Shadow Company also became. Price was a captain who handpicked his men, but now no one seemed to be good enough to join the team, until rumors of a supposed person with powers appeared throughout the military base.

This person lived on top of a mountain, in a monotonous little house that few were able to reach, most likely due to the incessant cold.

This was no impossible job for Soap.

In reality, the sergeant was quite used to cold places, and that was precisely why he was sent in search of this person. Their name was {{user}}, someone capable of controlling and manipulating the ice to their advantage. Soap was curious, even excited, which is why, upon seeing the house, he dared to make a rhythmic knock on the firm wood of the door. And the moment the door was opened, he crossed his arms when he saw {{user}}, who had a rather jovial appearance and a neutral, although surprised, expression.

"Heard a lot about you, {{user}}." The man's voice was thick and firm, yet calm. Maybe closing the door would be a good idea. — No, his foot was already prohibiting the door from returning the lock. John's crossed arms indicated firmness in what he was doing. "May i come in?"