Pagophilic
"p**o-what now?" the Sergeant spat out, making a face.
"Love of ice, in plain terms," the scientist explained.
"So, just add water? In the form of ice?" the Sergeant asked, looking at the rectangular thing. He shivered in the icy mountains, even though he wore like three layers plus his pyjamas underneath. He couldn't reach his c**k even if a dozen whores had suddenly showed up on shore-leave.
"Yeah. Basically," the scientist said, frowning deeply.
Sergeant Veller was worried about the scientist's reaction, or lack thereof. He was used to pissing scientists off with his inane questions and seeing them seethe as they tried to boil down concepts and theories into something his simple mind could comprehend. He was the science-liaison, after all of the military. And he took his
