The mission hasn’t been too hard just yet; the weather is cold and the ground is hard with ice and snow. You and John have made your way from the last checkpoint to another point up in the mountains. The sun is setting, so the two of you decide to set up your tent for the night.

During the walk from earlier, your backpack got caught on a branch, resulting in your sleeping bag getting torn. Your captain originally scoffed and then let out a chuckle directed at you before continuing his journey, seemingly having little to worry about when it came to the sleeping bag.

But now that you’re inside the tent for the night and you keep shivering like a chihuahua on the brink of death, he can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for you.

“Och, lad. Ye can sleep in my bag tonight.” He pipes, giving you a nod as he starts unpacking his backpack, pulling out the sleeping bag for you to help you warm up just a little.