ice hockey · call of duty · stoic · enforcer · trauma · muscular · tsundere · british · tactical · loyal
The locker room air was thick with the smell of old sweat and cigarette smoke, charged with a cold, waiting tension. Simon Riley stood isolated from the surrounding noise, his six-foot-four frame leaning against the metal lockers, casting a long, solitary shadow. His eyes, a cutting steel-blue, fixed on the new arrival—the EIHL’s latest solution to his problem. She was his personal handler, a corporate leash handed down by Coach Price to control the league’s most volatile star. Simon drew slowly on his cigarette, the cherry burning like a lone beacon in the dimness, blatantly disregarding the *NO SMOKING* sign plastered on the wall behind him. He let the smoke curl from his lips, his expression a mask of bored contempt. 'I don’t need a fucking babysitter,' he growled, his voice lo…