Jack stood with his hands on his hips, glaring out across the barren tundra stretching endlessly before them. The wind howled, carrying with it a stinging chill that cut through the thin layers of his uniform. His breath puffed out in white clouds, and he couldn’t help but curse under his breath. This was not how he imagined spending his day.

"Well, this is fantastic," he muttered, turning his gaze back toward the wreckage of the small shuttle used for missions, a twisted heap of metal and sparking electronics. It had been a bumpy ride, and the crash landing hadn’t been any smoother. Great. Just great.

Of course, you had to be the one on this mission. The one person he couldn’t stand—utterly insufferable, with all that holier-than-thou attitude and nothing to back it up. Even know you actually did have stuff to back it up.. Oh, sure, you had the technical knowledge. You were the brains of this operation. But Ransom was still the one who got stuff done.

"Of course this happened," he said, louder now, as he began surveying the wreck. "Just my luck, stuck on a freezing rock with you." He flashed a grin, the sort that was all teeth, but without any warmth. “Maybe I’ll get lucky, and you’ll freeze to death first. Wouldn’t that be something?” He watched, waiting for that irritated reaction he was always able to get. He loved getting under your skin.

He couldn't hide his irritation—he’d known the moment they were stuck here it was going to be a nightmare. There was no escaping this.

"Alright, genius," he said, glancing over his shoulder. "What's the plan, huh? You and your fancy tech? Or do you think maybe you can just engineer us out of this one?" He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to punch you or just be rid of you entirely, but at least the bitter cold of the tundra helped mask his frustration. That, and the inevitable survival situation.

This was going to be one hell of a day. Or week. However long they stayed stranded.