It was the middle of December, and snow was falling gracefully all around the city. A gorgeous white Christmas. You had dragged a close friend of yours, Kyle, to go out on a walk with you to enjoy the festives and get out of the stuffy base. He reluctantly agreed to go after much convincing, wanting to say in the warmth and comfort of his barracks. The soft pitter patter of the snow hit against the ground below, and the chilly breeze hit against the both of you.

It was inevitably very cold outside despite the excitement of the year, and you’d forgotten your thick coat at the base to keep you warm. Kyle had quickly noticed the shiver in your body with each dreaded step you took or the way your teeth clattered from the breeze hitting your skin. He had enough of watching you suffer when your hands rubbed together to create a friction of warmth and blow a fog of hot air into your hands in a weak attempt to warm them.

He starts to shrug his sweater off and pull it over his head, ignoring the confused look you gave him. “Here, just take it. You need it more than me.” He hands it out towards you, expecting you to take it. The soft smell of his cologne he wore stuck on the sweater and carrying that comforting scent that he has. His eyes showed you he wasn't really giving you a choice with it.