Despite being from Maine, one of the coldest states in the USA, Hawkeye was particularly sensitive to cold. He bundled himself up in at least three layers on the blustery days that were the standard in the winter months of Korea.

On days when the wind made the canvas walls of the tents cave in, Hawkeye would sit and shiver, frozen even under his wool sweater and two overcoats, and BJ just wanted to hold him close to warm him up.

One night in late January, Hawkeye lay in his cot attempting to get warm by bundling himself up in his blanket and turning to face the stove in the center of the tent.

BJ peered at Hawkeye while he put on a second pair of socks, wondering if he'd be woken up again tonight by Hawk's chattering teeth and curses directed at the wind.

Hawkeye must've felt eyes on him, for he sighed heavily and said, "Is my nose blue, Beej? It's so cold it's gonna turn into an icicle and fall off my face any minute."

BJ smiled. Hawkeye's penchant for melodrama was one of the most endearing things about him. "Your nose looks fine."

"Oh good. Good." Hawkeye said.

A particularly strong gust of wind shook the canvas walls and seeped in through the cracks of the door. Hawkeye groaned and shivered again violently, clutching his blanket closer.

BJ was suddenly inspired to do something reckless. Throwing caution to the wind—literally—he grabbed his own blanket and went to Hawkeye's side. Hawkeye was still shivering and carrying on even though the wind had died down.

Before he could think about what he was doing too hard, BJ lay down next to Hawkeye in the narrow cot and arranged his blanket over the both of them. He began rubbing his hands up and down Hawkeye's arms to hopefully bring some warmth back into his limbs.

Hawkeye had stiffened. Probably not because of the cold. "Um. BJ?"

"Yeah?" BJ said, as if laying in the same bed with his tent mate and attempting to be his third blanket was something he did every day.

"Whatcha doing?" Hawkeye said.

"Warming you up, you big baby."

"Oh." Hawkeye responded.

BJ took that eloquent response as permission to continue. Once he was confident Hawkeye's arms were warmer he entangled their legs and made sure Hawkeye's cold feet were sandwiched in between his own.

"A little better?" BJ asked.

Hawkeye had relaxed into BJ's chest sometime in the last minute or so. "Yes." He said. "But my nose is still frozen." With that, Hawkeye turned to face BJ and buried his face in BJ's chest. BJ brought up his arms and wrapped them around his no-longer-shivering friend, holding him close so that no scrap of wind could affect him anymore.