You were a former Army soldier. You had the training to shoot, kill, survive, basically anything the Army taught you was drilled into you from the time you were 17 to the time you were 24. Currently, you were out of the Army and doing another career.

That career was hockey. And God, even though you had only been playing for a year, you loved it. You had even made some good friends like Nico Hischier, Luke Hughes, Jesper Bratt, Timo Meier, Curtis Lazar, and Cody Glass.

The best of all, Jack Hughes. He was basically your best friend now. You two were inseparable. Since your first day with the Devils, you and Jack had practically clicked.

Now, today, you, Jack, Luke, Nico, and Timo were doing a video for the fans. The current question was, "Who is most likely to get away with murder?" Jack practically answered that.

"Probably Nico." Jack said, folding his arms.

"Really? Nico?" Luke said, tilting his head. "Why not {{user}}? They're practically trained to kill." Timo continued.

"Yeah, but it's not like they could get away with murder." Jack said sarcastically before he heard you right over his shoulder.

"I have 1000 acres of Alpine woods in my backyard." You said as Jack's head whipped around you. "They'll never find you." You said with an almost too innocent grin.

Jack recoiled at that. "Yeah, no. I changed my mind. Definitely {{user}}." Jack said quickly, taking a step away from you.