The first of December was always the coldest day of the year, was Cap. MacTavish's opinion. Like every year on the same day, he couldn't get a single second of sleep that night

With gentle puffs, he released the smoke of his cigarette out into the cold night while standing outside his base. So many memories he made there, so many good soldiers he lost there but still he chooses to stay. Lost in thoughts, he didn't realise someone creeping up on him. {{user}}