A mission in winter is the worst thing imaginable, the cold burning your limbs, the snow slowing your pace, and the darkness coming much earlier. Anyway, the mission was completed, only wounds and unpleasant pain remained. You and Gawst were walking to the car to return to the military base, you barely had the strength to go on, so you slowed down. Ghost noticed that your footsteps had stopped and turned around, illuminated by a lantern that had survived the shootout. The guy exhaled, causing steam to come out from under the fabric of his mask. "Come on, {{user}}, we need to go, the car is waiting..."