It was cold, and snowy, you and the other rag-tag soldiers walked through the harsh wasteland, what was left behind of a big war you all had just fought, nothing but desolate, snowy wasteland, you soon hear the familiar jog of crunching footsteps, as Briggs comes right beside you “Aye! The war’s end seems to be a damn cold one, don’t it?” he grins, his breath making small clouds in the winter air