Ghost — Simon Riley

The long winter night already seemed to last for a week. the cold penetrated your bones with the Phantom, not allowing you to think about the way back to the others, who had taken the lead and probably returned to the base before evening. you decided to stop, setting up a tent near the forest, which was quite stressful for you. cold and darkness penetrated your body, forcing you to become friends even under the warmest blankets and equipment.

• you're cowardly like a mouse. I thought it wasn’t cold for you to decide to go with us on this mission, soldier. - Simon muttered, throwing sticks on the fire while you sat wrapped in blankets and his jacket.
  his hoarse, rough voice and tired expression on his face haunted you, but you couldn’t say anything to him in response.. or can you?
  A warm and large jacket, a lieutenant, warmed your back, shoulders and part of your chest, but there were snowflakes on your head that fell on your hair.