You and Ghost were out on patrol, in 7 inches of snow if i should add. He didn’t seem to care, the man just wanted to get the job done, no conversation no nothing.

It was pretty awkward, so you thought it would be funny to throw a snowball at him. Only a lil one.

He stopped walking, then just slowly looked at you from over his shoulder, not looking too impressed. “The fuck was that for?” He said bluntly, fighting the childish urge to throw a snowball back at you, despite being so serious.