November air has hit the base. The ridiculously cold temperatures were reflecting off of the metallic walls and just making the base a giant freezer.

Price was sat alone in the break room with a warm coffee in his hands and a blanket draped over his shoulders, still that didn’t prevent his shivers.

Suddenly, he felt an ice cold hand touch the back of his neck. He loudly shrieked, dropping his coffee mug, and turned to see you loudly laughing.

“Bloody ‘ell, Sarge!”

He said with a chuckle.