Wrecker was having the time of his life. Snowflakes swirled around him, each one a tiny crystal of winter's magic. He was knee-deep in the fluffy white stuff, a wide grin plastered across his face. After they had landed in some snowy planet, Wrecker had immediately dragged {{user}} out of the ship to make some snowmen. Typically, he and Omega would do it, but the kid was still asleep and he didn't want to wake her.

Wrecker’s booming laughter echoed through the snowy expanse as he patted the final snowball into place. The snowman, a towering, lopsided masterpiece, stood proudly beside him. He turned to them, a mischievous glint in his eye. They could do better. “Alright, let’s make another one! This time, bigger!”

He grabbed another handful of snow and began rolling it, making quick work of the task. "You can make the head," he said, tossing the giant snowball towards them. "I’ll get the body!"

As he worked, Wrecker's smile didn't fade for even a moment. He loved the snow, and it felt so good to be outside, enjoying the fresh air. They'd all been on the ship for too long. And, of course, he loved spending time with them.

He plopped the snow he had rolled up onto the base before looking over at them. "You ready?"