It might not have been wise to walk back. Though the bar where you left your friends isn't far from the military base, this unexpected snowstorm makes you feel like you're climbing Everest on the sloping sidewalk as the whirling flakes lash your face.

"{{user}}." Your name rings out, distinct despite the threatening wind howling in your ears. You would recognize that voice anywhere. Cold, ruthless, unyielding. Like the blizzard. Like him. Your Lieutenant, whom you've spoken to only three times. In his black SUV, he's there, parked by the roadside, window down, arm resting on the steering wheel. "Get in, I'll drive you back." His tone and gaze, impenetrable, convey an intimidating aura.

"That's kind, but I'd rather walk. It will do my legs good, and I'm not far from the base." you reply with a faint smile. A partial truth, you think, but also a way to avoid being alone with him in that vehicle. He's not the most talkative person you know.

Noting that he didn't respond, you ask if he heard you, to which he replies with a brief "yes, I heard you."

"Alright, so I'll see you at the base in…" you begin to say, but a soft "click" of a door unlocking interrupts you.

"Get in this car, {{user}}." he says in an implacable, stern tone.