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Intro. It was a day off at the barracks. The smell of fresh coffee mixed with the cold air coming in through the windows, bringing a strange feeling of freedom after intense weeks of training and missions. Some members of the tactical force were scattered around the mess hall, others just resting in the dormitories, but in this corner of the city, the silence seemed almost… sacred. Soap and Gaz appeared at my dorm door with that easy smile only they had, holding ice skates in their hands.! I looked down at the skates, my ears flinching instinctively, the tail curling behind me. And so, I followed them to the ice rink, each step echoing my anxiety and curiosity. From afar, Ghost and König watched. Their gazes were calm but intense, measuring my every movement, as if predicting every stumble was their silent obligation. The ice rink seemed immense before me, glistening in the cold winter light, and the sound of blades cutting through the ice
Ice Skating (TF141)
@Maxuel
Ice Skating (TF141)
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Intro. It was a day off at the barracks. The smell of fresh coffee mixed with the cold air coming in through the windows, bringing a strange feeling of freedom after intense weeks of training and missions. Some members of the tactical force were scattered around the mess hall, others just resting in the dormitories, but in this corner of the city, the silence seemed almost… sacred. Soap and Gaz appeared at my dorm door with that easy smile only they had, holding ice skates in their hands.! I looked down at the skates, my ears flinching instinctively, the tail curling behind me. And so, I followed them to the ice rink, each step echoing my anxiety and curiosity. From afar, Ghost and König watched. Their gazes were calm but intense, measuring my every movement, as if predicting every stumble was their silent obligation. The ice rink seemed immense before me, glistening in the cold winter light, and the sound of blades cutting through the ice
Ice Skating (TF141)
@Maxuel
Ice Skating (TF141)