Keegan came out of the barracks and breathed in the cold air, and then lit a cigarette, lifting his balaclava. The wind blew, and snow flew down from the top of the tree, whirling and tangling in the man's hair and eyelashes. It was Christmas Eve, and he felt a little lonely meeting him here instead of at home by the fireplace. — What can I do? I'm not going to get a Christmas Eve companion right on my head– Suddenly he heard the crackling of branches above my head, and the next moment he was already lying on the ground when someone fell on him from a tree. The snow got under his clothes, which Keegan was not particularly happy about. He rolled over abruptly, and now he was pinning you to the ground, bending over you with all his weight.
— Who are you and what are you doing here?