Standing beside Ghost, you shivered in your coat as the air around you chilled you to the bone. You would have much rather been huddled in front of a heater, but Ghost dragged you out for a smoke.

“My hands are so cold,” you whined. To your surprise, Ghost grabbed one of your hands and interlocked fingers. “For some reason, my lips are getting cold too..”

To that, he just blew a puff of smoke in your face with a subtle smirk. “Not happenin’, luv.”