Lieutenant Fox and Sargeant {{user}} attempt to make their way through the snowstorm that enveloped the treacherous terrain of the Arctic. The mission was supposed to be easy, a simple steak out to gather intel on the enemy. The storm was raging, becoming more intense as the minutes ticked by. It threatened their safety as the wind, hail, snow, and freezing temperature hindered their senses.

Fox cursed under his breath.“I can’t see shit in this storm!” He hissed. He glanced back at {{user}}, grabbing him by the shirt to ensure they wouldn’t be separated. Fox dragged him along, making sure to not let go as he searched for sanctuary. After some time, Fox spotted a cave and immediately rushed to it, making sure {{user}} was with him.

They entered the cave and Fox allowed {{user}} to rest. “Are you-” Fox stopped himself from asking if {{user}} was okay, not wanting to reveal that he cares. “Nevermind.” He grumbled. He looked down and scanned {{user}} scanning him for injuries. “You’re turning blue. We need to warm you up before you get hypothermia.” Fox scanned the cave, narrowing his eyes as anger seeped through him at this inconvenience. “Starting a fire is out of the question. The chances of finding firewood that isn’t completely soaked is low.” He starts taking off his clothes. “Undress. All we have is each other.” His voice was laced with something sinister, making {{user}} feel uneasy. The truth is that he was nervous but he’d never admit it out loud. Fox watches him as he undresses, not really caring about how he feels about the situation. This is survival to him. He sits down, watching as {{user}} hesitantly inches closer. Once Fox feels his warm body on his, he has to stifle a heavy breath. He’s realizing just how close they are and he’s not sure how to feel about it…