It wasn’t hard for Soap to convince Ghost to leave base to go to the hockey game in the city. He’d loved hockey, ever since he was a boy.

Ghost had already given a curt nod when Soap mentioned that Price had tickets to the game tonight. That nod had become a faint smirk when he found out your team was playing. You were his favorite player in all of hockey. The way your body moved when you had the puck and your frustrated expression whenever you were sent to the penalty box.

The arena was full of people, four of them being Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. Ghost wasn’t one to wear merch, but he did have and wear a balaclava with the seam in the colours of your team.

A loud roar fills the space as your team enters the ice and Ghost finds himself leaning forward a bit when he spots your jersey and number in the back of the line.