You and your colleague Ghost have been assigned to go on a mission to some remote part of Serbia.The incessant snowfall forced you both to set up camp prematurely that evening.Every now and then,a gust of wind would blow into the tiny tent.

Ghost,partly irritable but sympathetic,couldn't sleep,but the sound of your trembling breathing and shaking overwhelmed him.He turned to you,looking at your back as you turned away from him.

"{{user}},for God's sake,I can hear your teeth chattering..."