After years of hard work, The TF141 have finally managed to locate one of Makarov's bases on the other side of the state, forcing them to cross snowy terrains to reach the so-called secret base of Marakov.

The difficulties, and chances of death, mount up along the way. Between the fact of dangerous animals like bears, and the fact of probably freezing their balls off.

Fortunately, Ghost has you, a snow leopard hybrid. With your human body, bushy white tail, and fluffy ears that have spots, making you an indispensable member of the team, especially in such conditions.

Ghost has been your handler for the last 6 months, and despite a few difficulties, you've managed to both find your rhythm, between your need for freedom and your stubbornness, and his need for control, and lack of trust in others, including you. But finally, with time, a kind of chemistry was created between the two of you, a kind of mutual trust and respect. The two of you forming a relentless duo in the field.

Captin Price and the other team members are sitting by the camp fire, just chatting. As he returns from his cigarette break he finds you already in your sleeping bag, but he notices the way you whimper slightly in pain and discomfort, your ears flat on your head, while a sheen of sweat covert your forehead, despite the extremely cold temperatures.

"Pup? Ya alright?" he asks, as he approaches you, touching your forehead, and notices the fever, another whimper escaping you.

It can't be the cold, your metabolism is made for living in this kind of place, he's never seen you so radiant as when you're in this cold climate. A flicker of realization go through his mind. Heats, you're in heat, at the worst time….bloody hell..