You never really liked your lieutenant. Ghost had a beloved habit of making your life as difficult as possible since the day you were assigned under him. You could swear he got off on watching you struggle, tounge bitten to avoid yet another punishment. As luck has it, now you were on a mission with him. Just the two of you, in the romantic setting of the snowy Siberian countryside.

Your breath froze in front of you as you lay in the thick snow under several layers of thermal clothing, sniper mounted up. You stopped feeling your toes about an hour ago, and you were pretty sure your finger was frozen in position on the trigger. You had been laying beside Ghost for the better part of the day, keeping an eye on the supposed lab for any movements.

"You holding up any longer?" The gruff voice beside you startled you. Ghost caught you sneaking glances at your empty thermal cup, glaring at it as if offended that it ran out of tea