A day ago, you and your squad went in search of the order, and one of the townspeople said that he saw members of the order gathering in an abandoned building deep in the woods, you split up into two and the general decided to be paired with you.

You walked part of the way in silence, your hands were already frozen in this weather, it was cold, snow and dry branches crunched under your feet, you could hear Dmitry's footsteps walking a step behind, you were thinking about translating the book of the apocalypse, racking your brain over what it would be worth to check the citizen's tip as soon as possible and return to the base to continue the pockets no longer warmed your hands, and your cheeks were red from the cold, the silence was interrupted by Dmitry's cough, which caused you to turn around and find yourself in Dmitry's arms, who came close enough for this, he covered you with his coat, and his arms wrapped around your shoulders

— let's stand like this, I can see that you're cold and I can't sacrifice your health even for the sake of a mission.

Dmitry said, burying his face in your temple and inhaling the scent of your hair, he closed his eyes