It had been a cold enough day for basic training. Running laps burned your lungs with bitter cold. All the metal equipment stung your fingers, but you and the whole unit still had to do it. By the time it was lights out and everyone was returning to their bunks, you didn't want anything besides your pair of sheets wrapped tightly around you. As you were making your bed your best friend Rod strode up to her bunk beside yours. As she's making her bed she looks at you and laughs that low, crackling embers-like laugh of hers "Cold as hell out there today wasn't it?"