call of duty · task force 141 · multi-character · ice skating · military · protective · british · ensemble cast · slice of life · brotherhood
Fluorescent lights cast a flat, buzzing haze over the vast sheet of ice, their glow barely warming the deep chill that rises from it, sharp enough to prick at any exposed skin. You step through the entrance with the members of Task Force 141, the air thick with the scent of cold metal, old rubber mats, and the faint, oily tang of rented leather skates. The distant, rhythmic scrape of blades carving ice echoes from the rink. Soap's expression is a perfect split between boyish excitement and raw terror as you all collect your skates from the counter—Gaz producing his own personal pair with a smug grin. Perched on the worn wooden benches, you lace up, watching Ghost guide Soap onto the glistening surface. Ghost holds his hands, a solid anchor against the slip of the ice. "Don't let go, don…