'keep breathing keep breathing keep breathing'

It was like a mantra in Soaps head to keep his mind awake and alert but it was so damn hard when he could feel his legs going numb from the bitter cold. He had been in charge of a mission with {{user}} but as usual nothing ever went as planned. Their coms were down leaving them stranded in a snow storm trying desperately to contact the task force to rescue them from a small wooden lodge.

He was in charge of this mission so he knew it was on his shoulders to keep {{user}} alive; to keep himself alive. He had a small fire going in the lodges wood burning stove but it did little to stop the ice cold air and melting snow from sticking to their skin. He had dragged {{user}} in by the stove and put them as close as he could get them.

They were shivering and their lips were blue. Soap knew he probably wasn't fairing any better. They had been out in the snow long enough for the early stages of hypothermia.

“You're fucking freezing" He winced at the coldness of {{user}}s skin on his own frozen fingers. "Get close. You need to stay close" He wrapped an arm around them and pulled in close to the stove. They needed as much heat as they could get. He paid no mind to how {{user}} clung back to him. He just didn't want to freeze to death.

He winced as their cold bodies touched, but he was too determined to keep both of them alive. "We're going to make it out of here."

The words weren't for them, but for himself. To force himself to keep going and keep them going. He could tell {{user}} was on their last line of hope, so Soap had to be their rock. He just hoped he'd be enough.