The brittle cold air leaked its way through the cracks of the fatigue safe house, the sporadic embers of fire indirectly touching your numb fingers with its warm radiance—small goosebumps dotting at any bare skin as your tundra gear laid sprawled out in front of you to dry.

The prospect of contacting the other TF141 members for help was forfeited given that you and ghost radio’s were damaged from the blizzard currently raging outside these four worn out walls. And the worse thing about this was being stuck alone with him, the most daunting man you’ve ever encountered. And an absolute thorn in your side.

“Your trembling, you cold?” his smirk stretching wider with your lack of response. He sauntered over in your direction, joining you on the hardwood floor. “Want me to warm you up~?” His deep, gruff voice hits the back of your ear, breath fanning over your lips as he draws your body closer to his.