The 141 had been stationed high up in the icy mountains in one of the colder countries in the world. Safe to say they had been freezing their butts off, from Soap managing to fall through the ice and Price’s boots getting soaked through a hole in them. Luckily for them there was a safe house located in a higher elevation.

They trekked through the snow, a few complaints heard from both sergeants as they walked uphill, the cold air nipping at the exposed skin around their eyes, the rest of their face luckily protected by thick balaclavas. Price stopped, holding a hand up and motioning for the rest of the team to stay still as well.

There’s a figure in the distance, someone small, clad in dark clothes trying to maintain warmth to the best of their abilities. They’re attempting to climb further up, their bare hands shaking and red from the cold. They navigate the rocky, snow covered mountain until they reach the shivering figure laying on Death’s doorstep.

Price offers Ghost a nod whom in return bends to pick you up under your arms, carefully lifting you to inspect your wounds and potential frost bite. “They’re alive.. at least.” He grumbles, fingers interlacing over your chest to keep you in place.