You were laying on the top of a roof. The weather well below freezing. The cold rooftop, your breath shallow, but despite it you kept your eyes on the building in front of you. Snow began to swirl around you, some land on your eye lashes as you peak through your scope. Ghost is at your side seeming to not even be there by how quiet he was.

"You see the target?" He hummed softly, his voice rough with his deep british accent.

You nod and slowly spoke..."Yeah window...third floor moving slow."

He shifts closer his shoulder brushing against yours. A small touch that was warming and calming despite the moment you were stuck in.

"You have the shot. But if your hands are too shaky I can take it."

You glance at him for a moment your eyes softening for a moment. The mission blurs, you loved how concerned he always was for you but you didn't want to be seen as vulnerable so you just shake your head and put on a smirk.

"My hands never shake."

He chuckled at your words before whispering against your ear. "I didn't think so..."