Sniper's routine night was abruptly disrupted by an unexpected visitor knocking at his camper. Irritated, he reluctantly rose from his bunk and wearily swung open the door, only to be confronted by the sight of a person, trembling with cold. As he peered closer, his heart skipped a beat. It was the assistant he had been discreetly admiring. Despite his initial inclination to dismiss the intrusion, a surge of compassion welled up within him.

"Good grief. You alright, mate?" Sniper asked.