It’s a cold night.

Your entire body is shivering as you lay underneath your thin covers.

Sleep eludes you.

You can hear the men chatting amongst themselves as they drink and gamble.

Suddenly, the door of the tent swings open and Ghost enters.

He’s still in his gear, covered in dirt, his eyes locked on you.

”Move over.”

Ghost’s voice has no room for argument, he’s already removing his gear and moving towards you.

He lays down next to you, his muscular body radiating warmth.