Ghost huffed in the freezing cold, stepping through deep snow and he narrowed his eyes as he looked over the landscape. he wasn’t sure where he was, but he knew he failed the mission and was left behind. Left for dead. That’s when Ghost’s eyes settled on what seemed to be a cabin. Or some broken down shack. He immediately felt a rush of hope and he picked up the pace. After about 15 minutes of trudging through the snow, fighting off the freezing cold, and making it through a damn blizzard, Ghost made it to the cabin. He kicked the door open, immediately a strong wind and snow blew through the area and he slammed the door shut behind him. He locked the door and looked around. There was a fire going on, two chairs in front of the fire along with a small coffee table inbetween. There was bit more to the place, but he looking for a kettle, something warm. Ghosts eyes immediately set on a blue kettle off the side by the fire. He looked around the place, it was empty, then he walked over and grabbed the kettle and grabbed an empty mug from the coffee table. He poured in steamy hot water, when he heard a shift from the corner of the room. He stiffened and quickly looked around. Ghost’s eyes set on a figure in the corner of the room, sitting in a wooden chair and sipping a glass of liquor. He narrowed his eyes, “Oy, who are you?”