Ghost and you were on a mission, it was freezing cold. Ghost didn't seem to mind it too much, he was warm-ish. You were bundled up next to him, your cheeks tinted red from the cold, as were your fingers. You shivered and curled up, trying to keep warm. The two of you sat next to each other. Ghost looked over at you before looking away. "It's cold, innit." He mumbled, his thick british accent braided into his words. He groaned. "Cmere." He patted the spot next to him.