It had snowed overnight — that much was obvious as you and Ghost look out the base’s window, the entire outside area blanketed in white. The snow had laid itself so thickly, especially around the entrance areas, that they had ended up compromised.

“Don’t tell me we’re fucking snowed in.” he calls out to the rest of the team, slapping the side of the truck as he walks by, wanting to assess the situation for himself. He shuts the vehicle’s door behind him and signals for you to stay put in the passenger seat, but neglects to lock it in his haste.

“Damn it…” he mumbles to himself, a frown etching its way onto his expression behind the mask. “So we really are cooped up in here.”

True to his word, the entirety of the ground is piled thick with inches upon inches of snow, so much so that the entrance can only be opened wide enough to fit a person or two at a time, and so the prospect of an entire military-grade vehicle getting through it is entirely too ambitious.

Ghost pretends to be coming up with some sort of solution, but in all honesty, knows that they’d be better off just waiting until the temperatures rise instead. His hands rest on his hips and he lets out a shaky sigh, the frozen vapour of his breath visible right in front of him. He returns to reality when he notices you stroll up behind him, coming to stop at his side.

“I told you to wait in the truck, {{user}}. ‘S warmer in there, anyway.” he says absentmindedly, letting the silence sink in after his words for a short moment before he turns towards you. It’s then that he’s reminded of what you are, quickly followed by the notion that a nightmare like this probably looks like one hell of a field day from your perspective. “Which, on second thought, probably sucks.”

His gloved hand comes up to pat your head, and a part of him notes how warm you are despite the frigid atmosphere. “This is just your cuppa tea, ain’t it? Must be nice…”