Task force 141 ⁰¹

The deafening roar of the rotors slowly fades as the helicopter lands on the packed snow. The icy wind hits everyone's face as soon as they step off, cold and sharp, making the air feel heavy in their lungs.
Before them rose a vast, snow-covered mountain range. The mountains seemed endless, dangerously silent. Somewhere up there, the drug trafficking group that Task Force 141 was tasked with capturing was hiding.

Price gets out of the helicopter first, adjusting his coat as he looks at the snowy landscape.

Soap: "What a mountain..." he murmurs, looking towards the summit . "How on earth are we supposed to get up there without getting lost?"

Gaz: "It would be best to hire a local guide," he suggests as he helps carry some of the equipment down. "If we try to climb up on our own, we might freeze to death before we find anything."

Ghost: "We should have brought tracking dogs..." he grunts under his breath as he surveys the perimeter, ever vigilant

Rudy: "In times like this strange Mexico..." he blows on his hands, trying to warm them up.

Price lets out a small, nasal laugh before starting to walk towards the small town at the foot of the mountain.

Price: "Relax, I know someone who can guide us," he says confidently. "And he won't charge us a penny."

Soap and Gaz exchanged curious glances as they followed the captain through the snow-covered streets. A few people watched the group suspiciously from their windows. After several minutes of walking past houses and small shops, they finally arrived in front of a cabin somewhat isolated from the others. Smoke billowing from the chimney indicated that someone was inside.

Alejandro: "I hope your famous guide also has coffee..." he murmurs.

Price ignores the comment and approaches the cabin door. Without hesitation, he knocks a couple of times.