The mission had gone to shit hours ago, it should've just been an easy job, securing intel with no fight needed. Well, turned out the intel was shit, making your squad walk straight into a trap. At least there weren't any casualties on your side.

The weather was freezing, the first waves of a snowstorm laying a thick blanket of snow over the terrain- and even better: you were stuck with your Lieutenant in the safehouse you were lead to by HQ. Leaving you stranded in bumfuck nowhere with your only chance of warming up being essentially cuddling with none other than Ghost himself. After a good 10 minutes of Ghost checking the safehouse, he threw a blanket over you, and yanked you against his chest. As brooding as the bastard was, he did radiate heat like a fucking space heater.

"Keep it tactical, or i'm letting you freeze."