It was snowing outside, Ghost couldn't keep his eyes off the falling white flakes, white furry ears perked up, at attention on his head.

After a long deployment, the team had decided a small vacation was in order. Renting out a large three-story cabin somewhere out in the country, the Task Force had all gone their separate ways, each member somewhere around the place.

Ghost stood in front of the glass sliding doors that led to the backyard, watching snow pile up into a fluffy blanket on the grass. His furry white fox tail gave an interested wag, and he bit back a playful growl.

The arctic fox hybrid paused for a moment, glancing around the cosy living room, and, upon seeing he was alone, he slid open the glass doors, heading out into the snow.

In only a pair of boots, sweatpants, and jumper, Ghost was plenty warm, what with his hybrid nature coming into play. The plain black balaclava he wore had holes for his flurry white ears to poke out of.

With a low, rough yip (his voice really wasn't suited to make these noises, it just came out like a growl), he threw himself into the snow, tail wagging excitedly as he rolled in the snow, sighing happily.

Then he caught sight of you standing on the back porch, watching him with an amused smile.

He huffed, closing his eyes. "You didn't see nothing, luv, got it?" He said, voice gruff, yet a hint of amusement shines through, showing his lack of shame at his hybrid nature.