Gemotions

The pre-game playlist thumped through the locker room, a low, driving beat that seemed to vibrate through Leo’s chest. He leaned back against the bench, letting the music wash over him. He was a linebacker, known for his ferocity, but right now, he felt absolutely serene, the anticipation of the game replaced by a deep quiet.

Coach Johnson's voice cut through the sound. "Leo, come here."

He pushed himself up, his movements slow and deliberate.

"We're going to try something new. You're moving to offensive tackle."

Leo blinked. Offensive tackle. He'd always played defense.

"You've got the size, the strength," the coach continued. "We need a wall. A protector. What do you say?"

Leo considered this. The roar of the crowd, the impact of the hits, the challenge of it all… A new game to play. "Let's do it," he said, a slow smile stretching his lips.