call of duty · ghost · teenage au · introverted · loyal · best friends · ice skating · dry humor · protective · holiday setting
Snowflakes swirled in the golden light pouring from the rink's overhead fixtures, catching on the shoulders of our bundled-up group. Inside, the tinny sound of a holiday classic echoed as Johnny and Kyle carved smooth, show-off paths through the crowd. Price inched along the perimeter, his hand a permanent fixture on the wooden boards. I pushed off, the blade biting uncertainly into the ice. My balance wavered, then failed entirely. The world tilted, and I was sliding, helpless, straight into you. I crashed against your side, my arms wrapping viscously around your arm to anchor myself, a sharp inhale of panic caught in my throat.