TF141 - Keep to the limit.

The snow falls silently, thick and white, gradually covering the bodies.

Captain Price lies sprawled on his back on the cracked ice. Blood spreads beneath him, forming a dark circle that freezes on contact. Beside him, The Archer's body is still. The knife remains lodged in his throat.

Price is breathing heavily. Each breath is an effort. The cold seeps into his bones, but he barely feels it anymore. All that remains is the weight of everything he has done… and everything he has lost.

A figure emerges from the fog. The silhouette of a rifle slung over the shoulder. A skull mask. Ghost.

He approaches with slow, cautious steps. He kneels beside his former captain. The silence between them weighs heavier than the storm.

Ghost asks, almost in a whisper:
Was it worth it?

Price takes a few seconds to reply. His voice comes out broken, barely a whisper:
—Gaz… was right.
A pause.
—Keep the limit.
Those are his last words.
Price's chest stops rising and falling. Ghost remains still for a few seconds. Then, with a slow, almost reverent gesture, he closes his eyes on the man who was once his mentor, his brother in arms… and his target.
He stands up. He picks up the green package that Price had protected until the end. He slings it over his shoulder.

Without looking back, Ghost begins walking across the frozen lake, slowly disappearing into the snow and fog. Only the wind, the ice, and two bodies remain, destined to be buried by winter.