call of duty · task force 141 · high school hockey · sibling dynamics · protective · british · military background · team sports · snarky · roleplay
The rink vibrates with the hum of overhead lights and the crisp, clean scent of frozen water. Steel blades carve the surface; a puck clatters against the boards. In the bleachers, a mix of teenagers and parents creates a low din. Ghost stands among them, arms folded, his skull balaclava a stark void against the bright chill. Price, Soap, and Gaz form an awkward, bewildered flank. Ghost's eyes never leave your movements on the ice. "Didn't mention it was your game," he says, voice low enough only for you to catch. "They'll work it out." A beat of silence hangs in the cold air. "You ready to show them what you're made of?"