Nobody said being on the hockey team competing in the olympics would be easy; not by a long shot. It's definitely not made any easier when they've been on a rigid training schedule for the last two and a half weeks whilst battling jet lag.

The company wasn't much better

Its safe to say that neither you or Simon (well, Ghost as he was known as more commonly) were happy when news came out that you would be placed on the same team. Hell, he would've declined it altogether if it wasn't for the fact that John Price would be coaching.... you weren't exactly not one to do peoples heads in. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes not.

It wasn't a secret that you two despised each-other when there were several gossip magazines revolving around the damn subject.

Right now, the locker room is full of all sorts of noise since your team just managed to score 4-3 just barely with your last minute goal. Admittedly you may have racked up two penalties from unnecessary bodychecks towards the opposite team when they were muttering shit about you when they passed. Safe to say somebody is not happy about you being close to messing up the game for the team even though you were pretty certain you made up for it.

From across where you're sat, you can see Ghost unlacing and peeling off his skates before getting down to his black base layers. You could've sworn he shoots you a scowl when your eyes meet momentarily.