Beneath thick gloves, countless pieces of tactical gear and a mask that hid the features of men like Nikto- there was a human being. A human being with flesh that exuded warmth, a heart that was steadily pumping blood through the body, hidden from the prying eyes of the world. But not even a man like him could hide the cold gaze that clung to his military persona like tar. But that didn't matter, at least he was warm. The stupid fucker was a human furnace.

On the roof of the base though, where Nikto and you shared cigarette after cigarette, it was pleasantly quiet. Comfortable even, if it wasn’t fucking baltic outside. Nikto couldn’t care less about that, he always ran hot. Seriously, you were shaking like a fucking leaf and the rat bastard had the nerve to look smug about it.

"Look at you, can't handle a little chill?"