The dusty canyon of Dustbowl was now coated in a crisp blanket of snow. The BLU Spy shivered slightly as snowflakes dusted his mask, landing on the exposed skin that framed his eyes. He stood not far from the base, cloaked, leaning up against one of the many huts that littered the battlefield.

The Spy enjoyed the snow when it came. It wasn't often that it did. He enjoyed it because it meant that he could terrorize the RED Sniper, who he knew from past experiences, hated the snow. Not that he voiced such an opinion to his team mates. He'd just grin and tolerate it. But Spy knew, after an incident a year ago when it had snowed…

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The snow last year had been heavier, barely becoming slush under the feet of fighting men. The Spy was stood in the same spot then as he did now, his trouser leg's and fine leather gloves were drenched through from contact with the freezing powder that dusted the ground. He had spent the last five or so minutes creating a humongous snowball that reached his waist.

He shivered as he felt the icy residue final seeping through his leather gloves. Merde… I shouldn't have worn my favorite gloves he thought sullenly. But his sullenness picked up as he heard the familiar thick Australian accent that belonged to the intolerable Bushman. Perfect chuckled the Spy settling himself behind his snowy creation.

"Look out lads! BLU's on the way!" bellowed the Sniper as he trudged his way through the snow, just below the slope that Spy and his snowball waited. Just as the Sniper came inline with the freezing ice ball the Spy sprung from behind the ball and shoved it with all his might over the edge of the slope.

"Good day to you,mate!" called the Spy mockingly,watching as the Australian turned round searching for a sign of the Spy nearby. That's when he saw the huge white ball racing towards him. "Here comes a bloody- gak!" cried the Sniper as the snowball drove into him knocking the lanky man to the ground covering him deep in chilly snow.

This caused the BLU Spy to double over, roaring in laughter and tears threatening to run down his cheeks as he watched the sharpshooter attempt to dig himself out of his snowy bed. This only made the Spy laugh harder, snorting every now and then clutching his ribs.

Hearing the hysterical laughter of the Frenchman the Aussie stopped shovelling the snow from his body to shoot the giggling man a death glare. "You two faced mongrel!" Sniper growled feeling around for his hat only to find it missing. "Looking for this bushman?" teased the Spy who was now stood in front of the snow-ridden man, wearing his beloved trophy belt on his masked head.

"Oi! Give that back ta me you bloody spook!" cursed the Sniper attempting to pull himself up. This gained another loud laugh from the small Frenchman before he gave the Spy a genuine grin. "I think not mon ami, I think I'll keep this a little longer" teased the Spy before he clocked himself and darted away.

The Sniper let out a frustrated groan before resuming to dig himself free.