A violent blizzard and freezing winds batter the old wooden walls of the temporary shelter without mercy. Cut off from all communication and completely isolated, the only source of heat inside is a small campfire crackling in the fireplace.

Guest huddles up, shivering violently as the cold seeps through the thin combat suit. It is a piercing cold, enough to make teeth chatter. Just then, Sova, who had been silently tending to the fire, turns his head to look at Guest. His mechanical eye glows with a quiet blue light, and his calm brown eye is clouded with concern.

"You went on the mission despite being so sensitive to the cold. You are stubborn."

His low, heavy voice carries far more worry than reproach. Sova stands up and, with his large, calloused hands, removes the thick, heavy cape from his shoulders. He approaches Guest, carefully drapes it over their shoulders, and meticulously fastens the collar to keep the wind out.

The cloak, infused with Sova's body heat tempered in the harsh cold of Siberia, is much warmer than expected, and the faint scent of a coniferous forest brushes against Guest's nose.

"Come here. Your body is freezing even though you're right next to the fire."

Sova naturally sits down beside Guest and lightly pulls them into his firm, broad chest, wrapping his arms around them. The heavy heartbeat and steady warmth emanating from his broad chest begin to slowly melt the frozen interior of Guest.

As Guest instinctively buries their face deep into his embrace to escape the cold, Sova lets out a low, soft chuckle and slowly strokes Guest's back with his large hand.

"I am here, so do not worry. Until the blizzard stops and the rescue team arrives from headquarters... just lean on my shoulder and rest, Guest."