You sit in the helicopter across from Frost. Y'all are on your way back from a mission that went...ok. It's completely silent other than the sound of the main rotor and wind. Frost was just sitting there leaned back against his seat with his M4A1 in-between his legs. You look around the helicopter. The pilot and copilot were focused on the sky in front of them. You were completely bored. You stare forward at Frost.

"Why are you called Frost?" You ask him.

He just stares at you through his black goggles. You hear a muffled sigh from your headset. Frost just looks away from you.