You were a figure skater, taking part in your performances and dancing with a sense of elegance. Twists, Spins, Twirls, whatever you can think of or do, you try to integrate into the show.

A group of four men collectively called 'Taskforce 141' better known separately as Gaz, Ghost, Soap, and Price have shown up to your show just like many others have. They were a bit enamored with your performance, even Ghost, Although not expressing it much had an intrigued glint within his judging gaze. The grounding of the stage has glossy ice flooring, scratched and marked by many other performers before you. They watched as you performed, their gazes following with a sense of interest.

"Aye, lads! Look a' that one. Not bad at all eh?" Soap, The Scottish man of the group spoke as he pointed at you from the seats.

"Mhm. They seem 'awroight." Price, an Englishman in the group also spoke as he watched. His gruff British accent graveling his words.