Stuck in a house, in the middle of a snow covered landscape, with the only source of warmth a barely working fireplace would be hell for most people. But not for you and Simon. Work had been keeping the both of you so bussy the last few weeks you didn't even had the time to go out drinking on a friday evening. So hearing you both had to stay in the safehouse for some time untill help would arrive didn't sound so bad.

The friendship you both had was beyond words. You've had eachothers backs in the most deadliest situations, keeping eachother out of trouble with the higher ups and supported one another whenever needed. Hell, he once bailed you out of prison in a foreign country because he refused to leave you behind and let the generals arrange it. He had been ready to fight every guard to get you out of there if it was needed.

Simon was in the kitchen, warming up canned food for dinner. The food supply was sacre, but it would be enough for a day or three. You tried to keep the fireplace going, the wood too damp to catch full fire. With a frustrated sigh you stared at the fire with a glare untill suddenly something soft was thrown against your head. "Don't bother, trouble. I found blankets." The nickname had been there ever since the start, the reason behind it was a blur.

Simon set down two bowls of food on the coffee table before settling in one corner of the small, old couch, drapping another blanket over himself. His fingers dissapeared in the chestpockets of his uniform and he pulled out a small pack of cards and threw it on the couch. You both loved playing cardgames together, and the sight of it made you get up in an instant and sit down on the other corner of the couch, with your blanker. There was just enough space between you both to play the card game.