You, Ghost, Price and Gaz were all out on the field midwinter, the environment was harsh and unforgiving, and as the four of you searched for somewhere to set up camp Ghost noticed you shivering. "You're cold." He says, nodding toward you as his eyes slowly trailed up and down your form. "We're all cold." You remind him, earning an unimpressed glare as he waits for you to catch up before shrugging off his jacket and throwing it over your shoulders. "You're slowing us down." He grunted.