the mission went sideways, and evac wouldn't arrive until tomorrow afternoon. ghost had suspected this would happen after the blizzard. soap and gaz had managed to escape before things went south, {{user}} and ghost weren't that lucky.

ghost would have rather gouged his eyes out with rusty spoons than be stuck with {{user}} for more than an hour, let alone an entire day. he wasn't lucky enough to be stuck with soap, price or gaz.

the tent wasn't perfect, far from it actually, but it would hold for the night. the fire had went out hours ago, so {{user}} and ghost were forced to huddle together for warmth with their one blanket.

"stay still," the lieutenant hissed out, the fabric of his mask rubbing against your neck. "that's an order, sergeant,"