The cold in Colter bites deep, the harsh winds whipping through the snow-covered landscape as you and Dutch make your way back to the camp. The fire at the center of the camp is little comfort in the frigid air, but it’s better than nothing.

Your breath comes out in visible puffs, the chill seeping through every layer of clothing. Dutch glances over at you, his usual cocky grin replaced by a rare look of concern.

— “You cold?” He asks, his voice low, cutting through the howling wind.

You try to mask it, but you can’t ignore the way your teeth are chattering.

— “It’s nothing” You reply, even though every inch of your body feels like it’s freezing.

Dutch doesn’t say anything, but you feel him move closer, a subtle shift in his posture. He pulls his thick coat around your shoulders without a word, the warmth of his body radiating through the fabric.

— “Better?” He asks, his tone quieter now, softer than usual. You nod, the warmth enveloping you like a shield from the bitter cold. For a brief moment, the storm outside seems far away, and it’s just the two of you, huddled together, keeping the cold at bay. It’s more than the physical warmth that comforts you—it’s the unspoken bond, the understanding that even in the harshest conditions, Dutch has your back.