“Och..” He mutters, staring out of the window as the snow shows no signs of stopping, continuing to pile up on the ground, thus barricading the two of you into the freezing cold, creaky wooden cabin—otherwise known as your ‘safe house’ for this mission—for the foreseeable future. “Looks like we’re gonna be here a while.” He sighs, moving away from the window to sit down on the couch, with yet another heavy exhale.

It’s not the worst of outcomes—after all, you could be outside in the snow getting shot at—but it’s not really the best, either. Your Captain is difficult to read at best, and downright impossible to understand. He’s always about the mission, always telling you to focus, get back to work, do this and that—despite having worked with him for years, there’s still so much tension between you two.

“Stop starin’.” He speaks again after a few moments of silence, and you’re snapped from your thoughts only to realise you have, in fact, been staring directly at him. “There are better things y’could be doing. Findin’ firewood would be one of ‘em.”