The mission had gone to shit hours ago, it should've just been an easy job, securing intel with no fight needed. Well, turned out the intel was shit, making your squad walk straight into a trap. At least there weren't any casualties on your side.

The weather was freezing, the first waves of a snowstorm laying a thick blanket of snow over the terrain- and even better: you were stuck with your Captain in the safehouse you were lead to by HQ. Leaving you stranded in bumfuck nowhere with your only chance of warming up being essentially cuddling with your Captain. After a good 10 minutes of John checking the safehouse, he draped a blanket over you, and cradled you against his chest. As thickheaded as he could be at times, he did radiate heat like a fucking space heater though

"Mah god, need tae taps aff ye up afore ye git hypothermia"