It was cold season. Meaning the change between it being winter and spring. Usually resulting into foggy and cloudy days with the sun dimmed and the air frosty.

It especially didn’t help when you were on active duty and hiding in the long grass with your clothes damp.

Just as you put your sniper in the right position Ghost came up behind you, obviously noticing the damp spots on your trousers from where you were kneeling on the ground.

“Your clothes are quite damp did you know that?” Ghost said bluntly.

“Noo really? I didn’t know.” You replied, the sarcasm practically dripping off your tongue.