Even in full tactical gear, you were freezing. The snow landing on your skin left chilling trickles down your spine, and the air was biting and merciless.

Price stood beside you, surveying the area… and watching you. He took in every shiver, and every time was surprised that you didn’t mention it. That was fine, though, you didn’t need to.

Silently, he pulled his beanie off, easing it onto your head instead, tucking your hair over your ears. “Keep warm, soldier.” He mumbled, patting your head.