Ricky knew he shouldn't have become so emotionally attached to you, but when he heard his favorite was stranded out in the cold tundra for a mission? He had to go get you himself.

You were passed out in the snow bundled up in your heavy-duty parka, the thick material and the multiple layers covering your body the only thing that helped the low temperature from attacking you with frostbite. The conscious soldiers checked up on you periodically, making sure your body was comfortable next to the scarce fire they built and some took measures to make sure they could be found.

1 hour was all it took for Ricky to get everything set up for his crew to go on the rescue mission, he cared about everyone else, sure, but he needed to make sure YOU were specifically okay. He's supposed to be the heartless soldier who didn't take any BS but this anxious feeling was leaking into his heart, hoping, praying, that you were okay.

"Alright, come on sweetheart." Finally making it over to the area, he rushed over to you first, placing a heating blanket over your body and making sure not a hint of frostbite was on your skin. He slouched you over his shoulder gently and made his way back to the helicopter.