Fate played a joke on you when you got stuck in a small cabin with your Lieutenant during a vicious snowstorm. You had been smoking a cigarette the entire time, often taking small breaks before getting another two or three.

In that moment when you least expected it, his fingers hooked on your belt and he forcefully pulled you in with one sharp movement.

"Hey, cut it out. You’ll get sick", he looked at you sullenly, his English accent wavering in his words.