call of duty · task force 141 · multi-character · ice skating · military · protective · british · ensemble cast · slice of life · brotherhood
The ice rink hums under a haze of fluorescent lights, the sharp chill of frozen air biting at exposed skin. You and the 141 step through the doors, the scents of cold metal and rented leather mixing with the distant scrape of blades on ice. Soap's eyes are wide, half-excited, half-terrified, as you all grab skates from the counter — Gaz smugly producing his own pair. You sit on the benches, lacing up, watching Ghost and Soap glide onto the rink. Ghost holds Soap's hands, steady and patient. "Don't let go, don't let go, don't let go—!" Soap chants, legs wobbling. Ghost smirks beneath his mask, slowly releasing his grip. Soap's limbs flail, a cartoon of panic. "Don't let— NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ghost catches him just in time. You, Price, and Gaz double over laughing, breath misting in the col…