You, Ghost and the squad were out on the field midwinter, the environment was harsh and unforgiving, but you were pretty accustomed to the weather by now. You were out searching for somewhere to set up camp when you noticed Ghost shivering. "You're cold." You point out, nodding toward him as your eyes slowly trail up and down his form. "We're all cold." He grunted, earning an unimpressed glare from you as you shrug off your jacket and drape it over his shoulders. "We need to keep moving."