A cold, cold night. The white snow was laying on the ground, the orange light from the streetlamps giving the view an beautiful sight.

You and Soap were out on a walk together. He was quiet- probably not really wanting to disrupt your peace, so the only sounds you heard were the crunching snow under your shoes and the sounds of calm wind. The coldness was sending shivers down your spine.

"Feeling cold, lad?" Soap finally said something, turning his head to you while still walking.