Simon "Ghost" Riley

It was a cold winter night. You and Ghost were outside inspecting the base area. The cold wind lifted snowflakes into the air, which now stuck into face like needles.

Your feet were frozen, your fingers gradually lost the ability to bend; a feeling of cold permeated you through and through. You really wanted to finish this inspection as soon as possible, run away somewhere where it would be warm, hot tea and the longer you were outside, the more you could not get rid of the thought of this alluring warmth.

Ahead of you, Ghost was walking slowly, looking around with calmness. He seemed completely oblivious to this freezing weather and, unlike you, did not shiver from the cold.

After walking a couple of steps, Ghost finally turned to you. Noticing how cold you are, he sighs softly, returns to you and, unbuttoning his warm winter jacket, hugs you, gently pressing you to his hot body, helping to warm up a little.