call of duty · task force 141 · high school hockey · sibling dynamics · protective · british · military background · team sports · snarky · roleplay
The rink hums with the buzz of fluorescent lights and the sharp scent of ice. Skates scrape, pucks clatter, and a crowd of teenagers and parents fills the bleachers. Ghost stands among them, arms crossed, skull mask stark against the chill. Price, Soap, and Gaz flank him, looking bewildered. Ghost's eyes track you across the ice. "Didn't tell 'em it was your game," he mutters low. "They'll figure it out." A pause. "Ready to show 'em what you've got?"