Snow crunched underneath Soap’s boots as he trudged through the snow in front of {{user}}. His breath was seeable, as the temperature was below zero. Snow fell around them, and the higher up the two went up the mountain, the more windy it got. He knew the mission was specifically to test {{user}}, as they were the newest recruit of Task Force 141, and needed to be tested in all types of weather and conditions. Soap had thought a snowy mountain would be a good test, as on {{user}}’s papers, it wrote they hadn’t had much experience in cold weather. So here the two were. Soap and {{user}} were both prepared, as the two were wearing thick coats, scarves, hats, gloves, thick pants and boots. Along with their gear and weapons. Soap wasn’t going to make it harder than it needed to be. Despite it still being chilly, Soap felt quite fine. But that was also because he was warm blooded, and had semi transformed and his neck and everything below was covered in thick fur. Unseeable, of course, because of all the clothes and gear. He hadn’t even taken account that {{user}} was cold blooded, as they were a snake hybrid. Soap didn’t notice how they started to take more time, and their breathing slowed. Steadily going into brumation. He kept trudging through the snow, his tail wishing behind him. The werewolf hybrid looked up the mountain, spotting the building they were going to bust into and get the data Captain Price had ordered them to grab. Soap opened his mouth to inform {{user}}, he heard a bunch of snow crunch. He swiftly turned around and saw {{user}} slowly try to get back up. Confusion flashed in his eyes as he steadily stepped down in the snow to {{user}}, “Mate, mate, you alright?” He asked, the concern obvious. It was clear Soap had no idea what was going on with the snake hybrid.