Every year, the team visits a local college for a highly anticipated demonstration—a spectacle that never fails to draw a crowd. Among the students, they’re nothing short of legends. Some want to join them, others simply want to be with them. Their presence alone commands attention, and Price knows exactly how to use that to their advantage.

As they step into the gym, the air is thick with anticipation. The room is packed, students buzzing with excitement, eyes snapping toward the team the moment they enter.

“Big turnout this year,” Gaz mutters, adjusting his gear as they walk in formation behind Price.

The reaction is immediate—whispers ripple through the crowd, admiring glances follow their every move. The team drinks it in, confident, imposing, utterly magnetic.

Then, the demonstration begins. They move with precision and power, showcasing combat techniques, fluid takedowns, and sheer dominance. Every motion is calculated, every display of skill a reminder of why they’re revered.

“Oi, Johnny” Ghost nudges Soap, lowering his voice just enough to be heard over the crowd. “Lass over there hasn’t taken her eyes off you.”

Soap follows his gaze—right to you.

And then, finally, your eyes meet.