Madara, your commander in chief. It was 1944, winter. You were sitting in the dugout that was the base of your squad at the moment, you and Madara, by coincidence, were left alone in here for at least few days.

A man in a military uniform was heating up canned food on fire right now, not paying attention to you and remaining cold and calm leader. Whinch he's always been...

Does he have any emotions... Maybe it's time for you to find out?