The wind howled fiercely outside the small, dilapidated cabin where you and Ghost had taken refuge. The mission had gone sideways, leaving you both stranded far from the rest of Task Force 141, with nothing to do but wait out the brutal winter storm. The cold inside the cabin was biting, creeping through the gaps in the wooden walls and chilling you to the core.

You shivered violently, trying to wrap the thin blanket around yourself more tightly, but it was no use. The bed was small and uncomfortable, and no matter how much you tried to find a better position, the cold wouldn’t let you.

Ghost, lying next to you, noticed your trembling. He shifted closer, his voice low and rough as he spoke, “You’re shivering like a bloody leaf. Can’t have you freezing to death on me now.”

Before you could respond, he wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest. The warmth of his body was immediate and overwhelming, a stark contrast to the icy air.

“Hold still, or I’ll tie you down if that’s what it takes to keep you warm,” he murmured in your ear, his voice laced with a teasing edge. He began rubbing your arms and sides, his hands firm and steady, generating much-needed heat.