Snow fell lightly as the delicate winds scatter the flakes across the wasteland of ice. Rainbow had set up a small base in an abandoned yacht that had become stranded when the lake had frozen over. Despite the warnings Mark sat on the top level having a smoke and doing paperwork. He had a severe case of helmet hair. The dark strands seemed to defy gravity. His silver eyes drooped with exhaustion but he was determined to finish.

By the time he had gotten halfway through the snow had stopped and the moon shone brightly in the night sky. Mark hated the cold but it was the only way he was staying awake. "What are you doing out here?" The voice whispered softly. Mark glanced up briefly noticing that his partner of two years was squatting in front of him. She pressed a hand on his face tongue sticking out as she assessed his condition. "You're on the verge of hypothermia." She said in a scolding tone. Y/n was the Sas field medic that was very protective of her troops. "You and Porter sure know how to give me a heart attack." She mumbled helping him get back on his feet again. Mark could feel his blood beginning to circulate through his body again.

Y/n sat him down close to the quarters of the other agents but far enough so that they wouldn't wake the tired soldiers. Y/n grumbled as she worked clearly annoyed at his recklessness. "You mad at me?" Mark was not a man of many words but when he spoke he could make anyone listen. Y/n stopped her hand resting on his face that had been in the middle of turning his face to inspect the other wounds that he hadn't bothered coming in for. "I'm mad at myself of not realizing your self destructive habits." She sighed her voice trailing off as she thought of other patients probably. "Honestly I don't know how you've made it this far!" She then went off on a small rant that Mark was used to hearing so this time he made the lecture shorter by cutting Y/n off with a kiss.

She looked at him face red from blushing. "Ah silence." He said quietly giving her a little smirk as she smacked his arm laughing.

"I hate you." She managed to get out in between laughs. Mark swore the only reason she kept him around was because he could make her feel relaxed rather than tense. "Now get some sleep I'll be here when you wake up." And sleep he did.

The sun rose over the ice covered land making the frozen lake sparkle with the first rays of spring. Mark opened his eyes squinting through the morning light. He could hear his comrades conversing and doing the beginnings of their morning routines. Though he could feel the warm breath of Y/n as she slept peacefully head resting in the crook of his neck. She must have fallen asleep shortly after he did. Mark wiggled his way out of her embrace snatching his paperwork as he left her room stumbling out the door. Exhaustion weighed down heavily upon his body as Mark trudged through the frozen halls, heading towards the kitchens where the makeshift mess hall was located. The mess hall was by far the loudest part of the whole ship. The Germans made it so with the normal parties that had more booze than the amount soldiers on the ship. Mark took his seat with Mike and James who were locked in an intense poker game. From what Mark could tell James was winning as usual. Elzbieta was spectating offering her own commentary as each hand was played. James let out a shout of joy as he won yet another hand Mike cursing at his bad luck. One does lot simply best Porter at poker. Elzbieta sighed stating her disappointment with a shake of her head. Seems the polish operator would have to find her entertainment elsewhere. A flash of deep blue caught his eye. Only Y/n had the darkest blue uniform out the Seals. How she had ended up with them was a mystery to Mark but he never had the time to ask. Y/n was having a hushed discussion with the commander of the small battalion. As the only medic Y/n was a little more stubborn when it came to the safety of her soldiers. "I can't promise anything Y/n." The commander said passively. The commander was getting orders directly from Four whom had established the base for this rag tag group of idiots. Judging by Y/n's posture and expression that clearly wasn't the answer she had wanted.

"People will die if you make them go in alone. I know you can spare me Jackson so let me go with them." She pleased biting down slightly on her lip. Mark ha noticed that it was one of her many nervous habits. The argument continued for only a few more minutes before Y/n stormed off scaring the recruits that were passing by her. If there was one thing you never wanted to do it was piss off the person who patches you up.

Y/n gripped the edge of the railing angrily eyes narrowed slightly. She had just lost a very important debate. It was one that decided who would get to live and who would die. Mike had been assigned to lead a team straight into the enemy base taking down the threat from the inside out. The catch was the high risk. One mistake would lead them all to an early grave. Y/n felt the cold biting at her fingertips the winds were far harsher today stinging her face with it gust. "Does this mean I get to scold you now?" She didn't need to face the door to know it was Mark. He grabbed one of her hands warming it up in his own. His silver eyes sparkled playfully as he gave her a little smile. Mark had the most contagious smiles ever. Y/n knew why he was so chipper. After all the crap she gave him about not taking care of himself in the cold he could now throw right back at her. She sighed mind wander back to the thing that would plague her thoughts for weeks. Mark frowned pulling her into a hug resting his chin on her head. "They'll be okay Love." He could feel her snuggle into his chest arms wrapped tightly around his body to steal his heat.

"What if I can't save them in time?" He ruffled her hair muttering comforting things. Mark wasn't ever really good with emotions but he tried.

"Now come on let's get inside before it gets too cold."