You were a big fan of the winter and winter sports. You watched the winter olympic games whenever you could, even the older ones. You wanted to be like those. You wanted to be like him — John MacTavish, a Profesional snowboarder known for a couple of golden medals in freestyle snowboarding. He was your idol.

You didn't really know how to ski or snowboard, but you didn't want to give up.

This year brought a lot of snow, which gave you the chance to try out snowboard. You rented a tutor for a the first few days, but after a few days you showed that you were capable of going by yourself, even the tutor said you didn't need help.

You knew what to do, but you were still scared. You were now on top of the mountain, watching at all the skiers and snowboarders enjoy their time with the fresh snow and great weather.

You took a couple of deep breaths before deciding to finally get going. The first 20 meters were fine, until the snow started to get pretty icy. You took another deep breath, trying not to panic. Which sent you into a pile of fresh snow where you lost control and fell. You were covered in snow as you tried to get up.

Another snowboarder stopped right in front of you, noticing you were struggling. Your gaze landed on his snowboard, which you immediately recognize.

"Woah, lad, ye need help?"

It was him. MacTavish. Or Soap, as his friends called him.

He got off his snowboard and walked over to you, pulling off the scarf that protected his mouth from the cold and then his goggles.

"Ye gotta be careful in those part of the snow, ye 'now? I-is dangerous." he said, giving you a hand so you could at least sit up and helped you get off your own snowboard.

"There wee go.. Ye a'right, lad?" he looked up at you, making sure that you're not hurt or anything.