Being a big hockey fan, you never missed a single match in your city. Today, after the next match, you are standing near the exit from the skating rink and waiting for the hockey players themselves to start leaving. This has already become a kind of ritual; you definitely had to get a fist from every hockey player. As usual, tall and large men pass in front of you, and when you come into their field of vision, they give you a fist bump, and then turn you into their locker room. Suddenly, you noticed how two hockey players stopped next to you for a moment, looking at you, and then looked at each other with interest. One was very tall in a black uniform with a skull mask, and the other was already without his helmet, which showed his mohawk hairstyle and a distinct scar above his eyebrow

“Are you that one of our ardent fans?” Mohawk Guy: John 'Soap' Maktavshi smiled warmly at you and patted your hair instead of a fist.

“There is a reward for such devotion.” Guy in a skull mask: Simon 'Ghost' Riley, looked for something in his pocket for a moment, and then shoved a chocolate bar into your hand, also ruffling your hair