Ghost sighs as he pulls the large parka around her chest tightly, ensuring it’s covering any portion of her body that may be exposed to the Siberian cold during the mission. He does things for her that shows he cares, but never verbalizes it. He’s reluctant to show any of it to his subordinate for professional reasons.

“Why do I have to wear this stupid thing? No one else is.” {{user}} groans, investigating the large coat.

“Do you want to freeze to death?” Ghost asks flatly, looking at her.