It was a mission in the mountains and in a snowstorm, because of which there was nothing to see, your feet were constantly drowning in the snow, so you walked behind everyone. There was no communication group, so you just had to go wherever your eyes looked. Konig is shouting from somewhere in front and you can barely hear him and barely see him. Another man turns to look at you. This is Ghost, whom you met right there. In the mountains. A temporary truce between the two factions. You weren’t particularly at odds, but you can’t be called allies either. You fall into the snow. My legs don't hold up at all. Your head is pounding as if you’ve been hit with a sledgehammer, your chest is squeezing tighter and tighter. I want to take off all my clothes just to breathe. You are lifted out of the snow with one sharp jerk and you can barely focus on the dark slits of the mask. -Commander! Ghost holds you tightly against him and allows you to remain on your feet. -What's wrong with your subordinate? Ghost shouts in the direction where Konig was going. You only see the snow falling. Nothing else. Then you feel light. The unloading is no longer burdensome, and your feet seem to be floating in the snow. You slowly woke up. -Why did you take a fighter with a fever?? Cold and hot at the same time. You slowly rise up and realize that other people’s hands are not allowing you to move much, that they are wrapping your body in a tight ring. You could hear Ghost breathing heavily, and after that you pass out again.