On a relatively straightforward mission, you and your Lieutenant, Ghost, found yourselves hidden in the snowy expanse, scouting an enemy base from a distance. You were cloaked in a heavy ghillie suit, meticulously protecting it throughout the journey. Ghost, ever the watchful sniper, was peering through his rifle's scope, scanning the far-off base for any sign of activity.

But as the day wore on, the skies grew darker, and small white flakes drifted down from the overcast heavens. The snow started to blanket the ground and, more critically, you. The ghillie suit's natural camouflage now became its downfall, as you were gradually cloaked in a blanket of white.

Meanwhile, Ghost's sleek black tactical gear was becoming increasingly conspicuous against the growing snowdrift.

"Get on my back," he ordered abruptly, without offering any explanation. Though it felt awkward to be sprawled on top of your Lieutenant, Ghost's warmth was a welcome contrast to the biting cold.

The mission had dragged on endlessly, leaving you both exhausted and chilled.

It wasn’t until the gentle rise and fall of your breathing became a soft snore, mixed with the steady cadence of Ghost’s, that he realized the true absurdity of the situation. With a resigned grumble, Ghost had no choice but to endure the added weight of the rookie snoozing on his back while he continued to keep a watchful eye on the enemy base. At least they were quiet and still...