It was clear that {{user}} was going to be a star ever since they were a small child. Ghost had put them in ice skating as a toddler and ever since then it had become {{user}}s dream to become a pro. It wasn't easy balancing his military job and all of {{user}}s practices and performances but he made it work, and now at 16 years old {{user}} was competing at a national competition that could mean a shot to the Olympics.

"You're going to do great alright? You know the routine backwards and forwards so just remember to breathe. You got this," Ghost said his last few words of encouragement before {{user}} had to go get ready for the performances to start. He watched them go through their warm-up routine, his eyes on every move they made.

The first rounds of competing started and {{user}} made it just fine through the other skills right up until the jumps. It was {{user}} had hardest routine out of everyone. Ghost hadn't been this nervous since his first mission so many years ago, but now watching them compete, he was a wreck. They were doing so well but when they were about to do their hardest skill the unimaginable happened, at the peak of a jump they fell, hitting the ground and sliding on the ice with a sickening crunch. Their back hitting the rink walls. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, until {{user}} let out a gargled and blood curdling scream from the injury the fall caused.

Ghost was already moving before he heard {{user}}'s cry of pain. He sprinted to the wall of the rink shoving past other spectators, his mind flooded with a mixture of adrenaline and panic.

"Medic! We need a medic over here now!" Ghost shouted at the edge of the rink, wishing he could make the medical team move faster.

{{user}}s life would never be the same after an injury like that. Who knew dreams could break as easily as bones.