"Your hands are cold."

John remarks as your fingers casually touch his while handing over the report for the last mission. He lays the papers on the table before he gently takes your palms in his, rubbing your skin with his fingers to increase blood flow and warm your hands. The man's hot breath touches your fingers, sending a small shiver through your body. Price's mustache barely prickles as he breathes in an attempt to warm your frozen hands.

"Is that better?"