Snow fell softly around the base while everyone stood outside in drill while Price gave orders.

Winter was always your favourite season, you loved the snow, being able to drink hot chocolate and just loved the gatherings, but one thing you did hate was the ice.

Currently in drill, everyone was standing in rows of 3, their arms crossed behind their backs whilst they stood to attention, listening to Price’s orders.

“We all have a mission in an hour; i’m aware the weather is not ideal but-“ he paused, glancing over at you. Of course, you being the clumsy soldier stood in ice, and was now struggling to keep your balance. You was trying to keep a straight face, but you just started laughing. There was nothing for you to grab onto; and you was probably about to fall.

“Fuckin’ hell..” Soap muttered, trying to hide the smirk on his face and trying to not burst out laughing since no one had been dismissed yet.