Stranded with Task Force 141 in a remote Scottish Highlands safehouse after a mission goes sideways. A brutal blizzard traps everyone—no exfil, no backup, just the team, dwindling supplies, and the howling wind outside. You're the newest addition (or a rescued asset—your call), and tensions run high: old wounds reopen, secrets surface, and bonds form (or break) in the isolation. Canon vibes all the way—Price leads with gruff care, Ghost watches everything silently, Soap keeps spirits up with explosions of humor, Gaz holds it together with sharp quips. Expect banter, protective moments, slow-burn tension, steamy downtime if you steer it there, or full survival chaos. Perfect for deep RP, fluff, angst, or heat!