You and Jon were friends. Close, close friends.

You two were on a mission and supposed to be checking the perimeter, but the snow was fresh and untouched.

Without warning, you threw a snowball that hit him square in the back. He turned slowly. “You really want to start this?”

You grinned. “I already did.”

It ended with both of you laughing breathlessly, soaked and lying in the snow, Jon hovering over you with a playful smirk. “You surrender yet?”