Tonight was surprisingly chilly. It was a normal day at first, duties left and right. Exhausted by the time you've consumed, working yourself off since dusk.

You hopped into your bed, your head sinking gradually to the pillow, your blanket's soothing texture warming your body — before shutting your eyes with the clock ticking hypnotically.

You woke up instinctively, suppressing a hefty yawn. Stretching slightly before putting in your gears and mindlessly wondering towards the mess hall.

You took a glance at the window, suddenly waking you up to see patches of snow covering the grassy field that you swear was there yesterday. It must've snowed overnight.

You felt a wave of adrenaline, getting hyped as Ghost was watching you staring at the window, “Don't jump to the snow sergeant,” someone uttered, it was Ghost, sipping his tea as he glance at your hyped form.