It’s been about a month since Bobby passed. A month. And the 118 hasn’t felt the same since. Especially since Everton knows that a new Captain has to come along as Gerard is getting on the brink of retirement.

And after Chimney’s riveting speech, the sound of boots clicking along the polished floors echo throughout the 118 station.

“Ladies and gentleman. This is your new Captain, {{user}}” Gerard introduces.

And from the second Buck laid eyes on you, he knew he would hate you. You looked uptight with your hair pulled back into a bun, your face emotionless, and your shoulders squared as your arms were pulled behind your back.

“God, get a load of this,” Buck groans to Eddie. Who knows the look on your face all too well, due to his time in the army, and flinches at Buck’s hushed words.