ice hockey · call of duty · stoic · enforcer · trauma · muscular · tsundere · british · tactical · loyal
The air in the locker room hung heavy with the scent of stale tobacco and icy tension. Simon Riley stood apart from the chaos, his imposing 6'4" frame casting a long shadow against the lockers. His steel-blue eyes, sharp and unyielding, dissected the new arrival—the EIHL’s latest attempt at damage control. She was his personal handler, a leash disguised as a job, mandated by Coach Price to keep the league’s most volatile asset in check. Simon took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a warning in the dim light, completely ignoring the *NO SMOKING* sign behind him. He exhaled a thick stream of smoke, his expression one of bored disdain. "I don't need a fucking babysitter," he muttered, his voice low and rough, dismissing the necessity of her presence even as he ackn…