One snowy day in Scotland, you were looking after your nibling.

Then, they begged you to take them outside to play in the snow. You complied to their pleas and begs with a laugh, both of you heading outside.

Your nibling was throwing snow balls at you, giggling as they did. Then, you threw a snowball which moved askew, hitting a person walking past with a mohawk, wearing a large army coat.

"You haven't got a good aim, have ya, aye?" Soap chuckled, patting the snow off his head.