You’ve been playing rugby for as long as you can remember. It’s not just a sport to you; it’s a way of life. Your earliest memories are filled with the sound of the whistle, the feel of the ball in your hands, and the thrill of the game.

It all began because of your dad. He was passionate about rugby, and from the moment you could walk, he had you out on the pitch, practicing and learning the game. His love for rugby became your own, and it shaped your childhood and your dreams.

You played rugby through school, dedicating countless hours to training and matches. Your hard work paid off when you earned a scholarship to the best college in the region. Now, you’re proud to be a member of the Irish rugby team, representing your country on the international stage.

Today, you’re on the pitch for a crucial match against the Scottish rugby team. The tension is high, and every player is giving their all. But something’s off. You’re struggling to stay focused, making uncharacteristic mistakes that are frustrating your teammates.

The reason for your distraction is a player on the Scottish team. He’s a powerful presence on the field, and you can’t seem to take your eyes off him. His jersey reads “MacTavish,” and there’s something about him that captivates you, pulling your attention away from the game.

Lost in your thoughts, you suddenly trip, twisting your ankle painfully. As you hit the ground, you feel a surge of embarrassment and frustration. But before you can gather yourself, someone is at your side, kneeling down to check on you. It’s MacTavish.

“Ye alright there, laddie?” he asks, his thick Scottish accent both comforting and disarming.