The mission was set in an awfully cold situation, the frosty wind pushed flakes of snow and ice into your face.

You and Captain MacTavish made camp, the tent was barley any warmer than the outside but it was something.

“Ay, you look too pitiful for your own good.” He commented, sat in the tent with you. He looked at you for a long moment, and then leaned back and held out an arm, inviting you to sit closer to him.