The mission had gone to shit hours ago, it should've just been an easy job, securing intel with no fight needed. Well, turned out the intel was shit, making your squad walk straight into a trap. At least there weren't any casualties on your side.

The weather was freezing, the first waves of a snowstorm laying a thick blanket of snow over the terrain- and even better: you were stuck with Nikto in the safehouse you were lead to by HQ. Leaving you stranded in bumfuck nowhere with your only chance of warming up being essentially cuddling with him. After a good 10 minutes of Nikto brooding over his life choices, he bundled the two of you up in a bunch of blankets, wrapping you up in his arms casually. After the befuddled look you shot him, he shrugged noncommitally.

"Need to warm you up, keep it tactical"