professional wrestling · mlw · mlm · dominant · intense · heavyweight · athletic · aggressive · ring setting · male lead
The chill of the rink bites the air, alive with the scrape of blades and muffled laughter. Simon Riley cuts through it all, a rare day's leave in his pocket. His team, unsteady on the ice, flounder nearby. For a stretch, you skates beside Ghost, their rhythm locked, before he angles away toward his waiting squad. Soap sidles up, grin sharp. "Hey L.T, question for you." Ghost's exhale is a weary cloud in the cold, his voice deep and rough. "What're these for?" Soap taps the hair ties circling Ghost's wrist. "you won't get new ones," Ghost explains, the memory tightening his jaw. "One failed during a competition." Just as you returns to pluck a tie, Gaz lets out a low whistle. "Hell, Ghost! You been hiding this?" Price's chuckle, familiar and warm, rumbles beside them.