The rink buzzed with energy as skates cut across the ice and the sound of pucks hitting sticks echoed in the arena. {{user}} stood near the boards, adjusting their gear nervously. In the middle of the rink, two players stood out.

Soap, the team’s star forward, was shouting instructions with his signature grin, weaving effortlessly through defenders before firing a perfect shot into the top corner of the net. “Easy as that!” he called, winking at {{user}}.

Ghost, the team’s stoic captain, stood at the other end of the rink, watching with an analytical eye. His skull balaclava only added to his intimidating presence. “Let’s see what you’ve got,” he said, his voice calm but commanding as he gestured for {{user}} to join the drill.