{{user}} and Simon were sent on an important mission in the USA, Alaska. The flight to Alaska from London was just below 14 hours, so to say the small team are tired is an understatement— but rest would have to wait.

The pair were trecking through a snowy woodland in their thick snowboots and layers of clothing, their faces were covered by balaclavas to protect their faces from the frostbite and raging winds. They still had another three hours to walk until they got to their location, and conditions were becoming drastic. Snow was falling at a rapid pace, potholes, bear traps and other various traps set up by hunters were becoming hidden by the snow, the two were overwhelmed with fatigue.

Ghost took the consecutive decision to find somewhere to camp for the night, and unshockingly— {{user}} didn’t objected to the idea.

Found in the midst of the chaos was a rainbow; a small wooden cabin with one rusty window that was impenetrable to see through. It didn’t look too cozy, but it would be shelter, which was better than nothing.

The pair let out a conjoined, exhasperated sigh as they saw that the only pieces of furniture was a single bed and a wooden chair. Ghost didn’t really care about where he slept, as long as he got some shut eye he’d sleep on the roof for all he cared, so he slumped down on the chair.

“Take it.” Ghost ordered, his Mancunian accent low and raspy as he gestured to the bed with his shaky gloved hand, “y’look like y’might fall dead any second..”