It was a snowy day at base. There was layers of fluffy snow outside. So, of course, you wanted to enjoy the snow day you had.

You were bundled up in a thick coat, layers pants, gloves, and a hat by your father, Price. Your small wings were tucked into your jacket to keep warm. Everyone wore similar forms of clothing. Gaz was the most layered, Soap being the only one without a hat.

As you walked outside, your father, Price, carried you in his coat. You could feel his natural warmth as a dragon hybrid. His chest was warm and cozy against your back, though his breath was the warmest.

Once the five of you were outside, Soap immediately rushed forward and hurriedly made a snow ball, his tail rushing wagging behind him. The snowball was expertly thrown at Ghost, hitting his arm. Ghost's stride was confident as he walked in stomping steps towards Soap, picking up snow as he did. Gaz stood beside you and Price, hugging himself as he tried to stay warm, shaking his head at Ghost chasing after Soap with a snowball.

"Are you warm enough, sweetheart?" Price asked you, peaking into his coat to look at you.