In your defense, the snowball wasn’t meant to whack Soap in the face. Your finger simply slipped, rolling the snow up and chucking itself at the sergeant.

You debated hiding when it hit, watching Soap slowly turn around and lock eyes with you, his expression unreadable.

However the man simply crouched down and made his own snowball, chucking it with careful accuracy straight over at your own face.

A snowball fight. And both of you were in it to win it.