You heard a quiet scoff from him. Your hands were numb as you turned to face Ghost. He looked at you with a barely held back smirk. There was a hint of smugness in his expression, like he knew you needed him.

The cabin didn't have heat, the air chilly and your breath visible. It was by far the coldest you have ever been, yet Ghost wasn't shivering. You both, of course, were dressed in thick layers of clothing. You had even shredded your equipment, hating how the weight felt cold on you.

Ghost raised a brow, but he didn't say anything, only moving to look outside the window, where snow pelted against the glass.

He knew what you needed, you knew that you couldn't just give in, but you were so cold.