You, Ghost and Roach were on a mission. It was getting boring, really; it was too quiet. To cure the boredom, you and Roach started to mess around, gathering snow off the ground and pelting it at eachother. You both could tell it was annoying Ghost.

“Guys can we not—“ Ghost grumbled, being cut off by the feeling of a snowball hitting his face.

Moments later, you found yourself running as fast as you can away from Ghost as he chased you down. You can hear Roach’s muffled giggles as you ran.