Gemotions

The coach’s words sliced through Marcus like a shard of ice. "We're moving you to linebacker, Marcus." His jaw clenched, muscles in his neck corded, and the sudden urge to rip something apart consumed him. He’d poured his heart into honing his skills as a running back. Years of grueling workouts, sprints until his lungs burned, all for this. Now, this… this insult.

He wanted to scream, to lash out, but he forced a tight smile. "Linebacker? But… I'm a running back." His voice cracked, betraying the turmoil brewing inside. The coach just shrugged, oblivious. It was a tactical decision. Marcus bit back another wave of protest.

He had to get out of there. He turned abruptly and strode away, his cleats crunching on the gravel, the taste of bile rising in his throat. He needed to be alone. He needed to breathe.