Boots crunching against the fresh powder, you watched completely and utterly enthralled by the steady snowfall of the icy forest

There was always something particularly magical about walking through a snowstorm, in other words; euphoric— but the thick, gruff voice of your mission partner strips that feeling from you.

“Are you usually so absent minded, or does the snow always leave you starry-eyed?” Sova turned his head back to look at you, the Russian giving you a rather irritated glare.