A Grunt happily waddled through the fresh, white snow. The Grunt had wandered away from his squad's camp. He bent over and scooped up a handful of snow. It was perfect packing snow. The Grunt got more snow together and started to shape the snow from the ground up. He made little Grunty legs, then made a little Grunty body. He added little Grunty arms, and a little Grunty head. He stepped back to examine his masterpiece. He nodded in approval, then his head got blown off his shoulders. His body fell to the ground. Two Spartans with white armor were lying in the snow on a nearby hill.
"That snowman didn't even look like a Grunt," the Spartan with the sniper rifle said amusingly. The other Spartan laughed and agreed.