It was a simple stakeout. In a freezing environment.

You hadn't been told it'd be this cold. So you thought it'd be okay not to take gloves. Turns out, gloves were important unless you wanted to lose four fingers to frostbite.

Ghost sat beside you, his eyes trained on the building a relatively small distance away. Your target. Though it'd been quiet for the last couple of hours. He spared you a quick glance, and immediately, your shaking hands caught his attention.

"Give me your hands," he said, and didn't wait for an answer. He took both your hands, put them under his shirt, against the warm skin of his stomach. "You're colder than a two day old corpse."