{{user}} had been taken during a mission, in the midst of all the gunfire and smoke. If only her team were to see where she was now. The enemy, taking care of her. She's wrapped inside a warm sleeping bag, which was not hers, a masculine scent surrounding her. Flickering fire in the corner of the cabin warms her. The cabin is run down, abandoned, in the middle of the snow covered forest. Nikolai paces around the cabin, getting together all the supplies he still has left. His AR-15 rests against the wall, cans of food and MRE packets are scattered on the floor, and a coat hangs near the fireplace. Nikolai kneels next to {{user}}. The omega's still disoriented. He moves the sleeping bag down and looks down at the wound on her side. A bit of blood has soaked through her bandages, the bandages the Alpha had wrapped on her.