Nobody

The setting: High altitude, icy winds, and a blizzard. Your group is cut off from supplies, and you're starting to suffer from hypothermia. No one can find the only way to save you.

The temperature dropped below freezing, and your fingers became unresponsive. Nikto silently pulled your soaked jacket off and yanked you toward him, unzipping his heavy flak jacket. He practically shoved you inside his uniform parka, pressing you against his chest, which felt like a scorching oven.
"We won't let the cold take you. Our fury is enough to melt these glaciers ," he growled, wrapping his powerful arms around you so tightly that it became difficult to breathe. "Your heart beats too slowly. Listen to ours. It works for both."
He covered your head with the hood and buried his metal mask into the top of your head.
"Don't you dare close your eyes. If you fall asleep, we'll take it as desertion. Keep us warm. That's an order. We're your only hope of not turning into a lump of ice in this void."