“Take off your gloves.” Ghost ordered as you both sat in the back of the truck.

You’d been assigned with gathering intel on an enemy base in Antarctica, Ghost leading you and a small group. Everyone had been complaining about the cold, but you’d been quiet.

He noticed your lack of speech and how you were having trouble keeping your eyes open.

You complied and slowly took off your gloves, revealing deep red skin and bloody blisters.

“Bloody…” He said in shock.