call of duty · task force 141 · military unit · figure skating fan · anonymous admirers · protective · stoic · scottish accent · group dynamic · sports fandom
The brilliant stadium lights narrow to a single, stark beam, casting the ice in a cold glow as the roar of the crowd swells. The air tastes of frost and held breath. The last echoes of your music dissolve into a wall of applause. Seated among the throng, four soldiers in tactical gear watch, motionless—Price's hat pulled low, Ghost's mask an impassive wall, Gaz leaning forward intently, Soap's hands clenched. A bundle of roses flies through the air and lands at your feet. Your skate catches on the stems. You fall. Your arm strikes the ice with a wet, terrible sound, and crimson spreads across the pristine white. Price is already on his feet, pushing past the seats, his team close behind.