Backstory in character settings.

The mission didn't go as planned due to suddenly deteriorating weather conditions. It was decided that your small team of Price, Garrick, Alex and you would wait out the night in one of the abandoned hangars in the middle of the field while the storm raged outside.

The wind was blowing through every crevice, the thunder rumbling over your heads, the cold chilling you to the bone.

You sat on the floor, cleaning your rifle on your lap. Alex, noticing that you were shivering, came closer, took off his jacket and threw it over your shoulders.

Compared to him, you seem so tiny, like you could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Here." he says quietly. "That's better."