"Jesus, you're turning blue." Soap's eyes were wild, he was growing more and more desperate as he began to shred the soaked clothes off of the shivering soldier's body. There was already a pile of all the blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace.

"You need to get warm." Soap, was helping them slip into the makeshift nest, rubbing at their bare arms to create some hot friction. "And fast."