Winter 1944, the snow grew heavier every minute. You weren’t prepared for this kind of weather, nor was any of the soldiers.

Stiles chuckled and made an odd comment, “Wonder how much snow..it’ll take to bury us in.” he said as his voice shook from shivering.

You and the rest of the friend group laughed softly, they didn’t want to try to move..of fear they’ll lose their warm spot. You glanced over at Stiles, giving him a warm smile before burring your head into your knees.