The team had gathered in the locker room, Virgil’s commanding presence always felt even in the quieter moments. As he stood by his locker, putting on his boots, he looked up at you, giving a nod of recognition.

“You good to go?” he asked, his voice calm but firm, as always.

His eyes met yours, and there was no need for more words. The way he carried himself said it all—he was ready for whatever challenge lay ahead. As the final whistle blew, he gave you a quick smile before heading out. "Let's keep it tight today, yeah?" he said, adjusting his captain's armband, his leadership shining through.