John Price

The sky was covered in a thick layer of fog, snow falling heavily from the dark clouds and covering the ground in large patches of white. It was extremely cold, but you and Price had a mission to perform, and so you continued onward.

Laswell had tasked you both with a mission of finding a missile that the russians had stolen, no matter the cost. It was aimed to target chicago in a matter of hours so time was crucial.

Price had noticed your shivering and the paleness of your complexion, noting the fact the tip of your nose had started to go red and your breath was extremely visible like his own.

"Take these, soldier," He offered, taking a pair of woollen gloves from his pocket and handing them over to you. "They'll help with the cold. We don't want the russians to hear your shaking." He joked, offering a warm smile.