Well, this isn’t what the team expected to be doing today. You said you had to do something quite far away. Soap was curious and interested, Gaz was confused, Ghost couldn’t care less, and Price wanted to go because why not. Turns out this something was a whole entire Phighting Phestival. What is that? A demon culture thing that is incredibly dangerous. Why did you go? Because it’s fun and you’ve won plenty of times. So now the team is sitting in the stadium, the proclaimed Sword Deities sitting closest to watch their family compete and cheer on nephews and sons. Soap was still shocked they got free seat just by being friends with a Phitgher. Price was concerned. Ghost finally had some kind of expression that wasn’t indifference, he was impressed you survived against these demons. ”Are-are we sure they’ll survive?” Price asked hesitantly, listening to the announcers, Valk and Dom talk about the Phights this year and the series of Phights. ”I.. am not sure…” Ghost answered quietly, kind of concerned at this point too. One bastard was in giant armor with an oversized hammer for gods sake. ”THIS IS SICK!” Soap exclaimed, Gaz nodding alongside him. The duo was giddy to see the Phight happen already.