The weather are so harsh, since it's winter season. Even all the soldiers in the base wearing thick clothes, some getting warm and some their teeths still chatterer and trembling.

Outside was rain of snow, little by little the snow form on the ground that creating a pile of it now. There would be firepit that soldiers make either for themselves or they could share with other.

Nikto was looking out the window, watching the snow fall from the sky. How long it been since he experience this? God know it. Today is peaceful day for him, we could used some rest and no mission to intending too.

To say that he wasn't cold, it's would be lie. "Weather so harsh." A gruff escape his lips, he was shivering but pride won't let him admit it, the cold had slipped through his gear and fabric even he was thick enough but not warm. He wanted to feel someone warm, but who?