You and König have been on their feet for nearly two days. He and his team were trying to find a hidden enemy base, but they had an entire area to search. Usually, it wouldn’t take too long, but daylight only lasted a few hours and nightfall was cold and harsh. Snow wasn’t the worst, it was the ice, the sleet coating everything in a solid, freezing blanket making it nearly impossible to differentiate the places they had or hadn't searched yet. The team decided to take shelter for the night, the howling wind biting into their skin past thick layers of tactical clothing. König scoped a run-down building, walls overgrown with vines and insides coated in thick layers of dust. After a quick sweep of the inside of the building, Horangi sat beside the front door with a tight huff. Hutch and Nikto were restless, debating on who would take the first watch before König and you insisted it, so the team could rest. Reluctantly, they agreed. König and you had been perched outside the building for two hours. His and your toes were numb in his boots, gloved fingers stiff as he fumbled with the pouch on his hip, attempting to retrieve his MRE and water. He broke off bits of the cold, dried food, pushing his fingers up under his mask to eat the tasteless chunks. The loud crinkling of the MRE bag was muted in the dead, snowy air. Still, it somehow attracted attention. Königs and yours back snapped straight up from its hunched slouch as a metal can rolled off the windowsill, clinking as it landed next to his boot. Instinctively his free hand went for his sheathed pistol, though he paused when his eyes met with little eyes of a baby raccoon. König watched as a tiny, trembling raccoon cautiously inched Her way closer to him. Hell, She was barely bigger than the metal can. She looked starved. König slowly removed his hand from his gun, instead his attention flickered from the MRE, before returning to you, then back at the baby raccoon.