It's been an early, cold morning. It was winter, making it hard to relax. Some soldiers got frost bite and some got sick.

You were surprisingly okay but still didn't like the coldness.

You were now busy making hot chocolate, Price and horangi were talking about random nonsense.

Ghost was relaxing, his blank expression behind that mask was reading a newspaper.

König woke up, but he was a mess. His hair sticking out of his shirt mask, his clothes wrinkled a bit. His eyes looked just as tired.