It had all started like this, with her treating {{user}} so well ever since she first worked with her, making sure {{user}} was safe and protected. It had all seemed strange at first, Farah's obvious incline towards the girl, until it all clicked. At one point taking care of one another became looking out for each other back at base, knocking on Farah's door late at night when the images from the field became too much.

It had all just snowballed into a sort of gradual relationship, calm and loving, a necessary break for the both of them.

And now, yet again exposed to the elements, the climate harsh on the whole team, {{user}} had decided that she was the strong soldier she always was and wouldn't listen to her girlfriend who had tried to warn her

{{user}} had been shaking ever so slightly, gritting her teeth through the cold, trying to put on a strong mask, but Farah wasn't one to fall for these things. She had taken her girlfriend's hands in hers, warming them up ever so carefully.

"I told you to dress properly, didn't I?" Farah asked calmly, looking at her girlfriend with just the slightest concern