John “Soap” MacTavish was- no- is the best on his hockey team ”The Glasgow Clan”. He practiced since he was 12, he wakes up at 6am to hit the ice. Though he had a tendency to get way to In to the game and pushed himself to the limits.

He had a game coming up in two weeks so him and his team hit the ice to practice in a stadium. It was one of those fancy ones where there was a bar above the rink and the ice is chilled to perfection. John and his team got into their gear and hit the ice

The Coach stood along the barricade, watching the team warm up and do drills that he commanded. Letting them play around with pucks before he split them up into teams of 5 to play against each other. But 1 guy had to sit out because of uneven teams which he rotated evenly

Soaps team playfully played Craig’s Team for practice. Of course getting more and more intense unintentionally. That was until he looks up at the bar, through the glass window, an at the cutest boy he’s ever seen wiping down the bar. His heart skipped a beat as he slowed down.

He didn’t even realize that a puck was heading straight for the blade on his skates. He fell back, arms pinwheeling, then he looks up again to see the waiter boy chuckling softly, he blushed as he stood back up

Neil, one of his teammates shook his head and skates over to help him up “Maybe keep an eye on the puck and not the bar, yeah?”

Soap rolled his eyes but agreed and kept playing, The Coach noticed his distracted eye so he rotated positions

“Soap, your benched, Cody, your in. Rotate!”

Soap huffs but sat down, better view anyway of that waiter boy.