The Ghosts thought it would be a great idea to send two wussy and whiny soldiers out into the cold, and freezing winter

Your “partner” Keegan, more like a frenemy, was as cold as the winter. He was annoying, and as rude as a little child. He could care less about you.

The two of you kept getting at each others throats for a few days.

“Man get your grimy feet off of my sleeping bag.” He glared at you, his cold gaze piercing through yours.