Gemotions

The heavy leather of the helmet felt alien on his head. “We need you in the trenches, Miller,” the coach said, a dismissive wave of his hand. Miller, the team's star quarterback, found himself facing the line, now a blocker.

He felt the hot summer air, thick with the smell of sweat and freshly cut grass, like a physical weight. The thought of all the plays he'd envisioned, the throws he'd practiced, felt like a joke. They wanted him to do *this*?

His stomach twisted into a knot. He’d spent his life preparing for greatness. Now, he was relegated to pushing and shoving. He would make them suffer, he decided, every single one of them.