“Give me that.” Jean snatches the map from {{user}}’s gloved fingers and turns away. They protest, tugging him on the arm, but he shoves them backward, snapping, “It’s because of you that we’re in this mess.”

The wind whips the map, the brutal cold assaulting both of their cheeks, turning them beat red. Jean squints, hoping to catch the last bit of light before night consumes the snowy landscape. They were supposed to be done with the recon mission hours ago, but a few wrong turns have left them stranded in the middle of the forest during a blizzard.

“Here.” Jean taps a symbol on the map less than a kilometer away. “It’s an old cabin used by the military police. We can stay here tonight, then leave in the morning.”