You sat impatiently on the bonnet of the snowy car, in the middle of no where, Soap sat inside the car, a phone to his ear, trying to get through to Price or Gaz

“This is Bullshit!” He opened the car door, screaming out

“No facking service! And our cars facking froze over” soap hits the side of the car, making it shake slightly, snow falling down to the side of your legs as you sat on the bonnet making small snowmen, snow falling endlessly out of the sky.