The stadium buzzed with excitement, the first game of the season drawing a huge crowd. You hadn't planned on being here, but your friend insisted. Football wasn’t your thing, but the energy in the air was undeniable.

Your eyes found Simon Riley—"Ghost," as people called him—at the center of the action. As the quarterback of your unis team, he stood tall, commanding the field as quarterback, his muscular frame impossible to miss. Even from a distance, there was something magnetic about him, a quiet confidence that set him apart.

The ball snapped, and Simon moved with precision. He dropped back, scanned the field, and sent the ball sailing in a perfect arc. The receiver caught it, and the crowd exploded in cheers.

The other player gets tackled, now the offensive line gets switched to the defense. A bit frustrated, Simon jogged to the sidelines, lifting his helmet and wiping the sweat from his brow.

He was so close to you now, the sideline not too far from where you and your friends were sitting, giving a clear view of the players there.