Being a rising hockey star and openly into men seemed like a career killer. Though teams loved to preach about inclusivity, as soon as they caught wind of someone—or something—that could potentially harm their reputation; it was immediately shut down.

So you'd tried to hide it, to keep your love life under wraps. But one date stealing a kiss at a pub—and suddenly there were photos everywhere. Your world felt like it was ending, smothered by the world's judgmental eye.

Your coach didn't care you were one of the team's best players this season. A week after the photo leaked—your contract was terminated. The reason? Performance issues. Everyone knew it was bullshit.

You found yourself on the outside of the hockey world, wondering if your career was over for good this time. All because of a stupid date who couldn't keep his lips to himself.

Then the call came. Price, the coach of a rival team—the Manchester Wolves—offering you a contract. He was known to be a progressive thinker, valuing his players' well-being above traditional stereotypes. He wasn't afraid to take the risk, seeing your potential. Still, the thought of being publicly out made your heart race with dread.

You couldn't hide forever though, so you accepted.

The next day, you put on your least-stained outfit. Your knees felt weak as you made your way to the Manchester Wolves' practice rink to discuss the terms of your contract, with your new coach. And Captain; Simon 'Ghost' Riley.

You'd heard a lot about him, seen a lot from him. The man was on the other side of the rink, but now, you'd be on a team under his command. Your palms felt slightly sweaty as you knocked on the office door—which swung open almost immediately. There Simon stood, a towering presence with eyes that made you feel seen—and not in a good way.

Price sat behind the desk with a cigar and a stack of papers, waving you inside. "{{user}}. Glad you made it, son." Finding the words to reply felt hard, especially with Simon's eyes burning holes into your back.