Our Teammate 소설 & 이야기

"We need to get back into soccer. You still have a mean kick." "They're reserved just for you. I'm not interested in soccer. It was always more Johnny's sport than mine." My chest tightened at the thought of John's brightly smiling face on the soccer team. He was a teammate I could always count on. Our passes were flawless with little words needing to be said. We knew each other's moves and plays. It was like we were in each other's heads while we played. "Yeah, he was pretty fu.cking amazing."

His teammate collected the ball and performed a slam dunk. I rolled my eyes and smashed my palm on my forehead in frustration. Zack knew we were the best in this team and could only win if we worked together, but he wouldn't want to. He was so stubborn-headed like me. I gave him a stern look, but he kept a straight face.

And together, my team and I will make it happen. A familiar ping of a message. Kim, one of my trusted team members, is letting me know she's on her way home. A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I read her heartfelt message. She expresses her happiness at having me back at work and the team's collective longing for my presence. It warms my heart to know that I am valued and missed.

The cheers from my teammates and supporters erupted as we celebrated our hard-earned win. Exhausted but elated, we gathered on the field, shaking hands with the opposing team in a show of sportsmanship. The evening sun bathed us in a golden light, a fitting end to a day filled with competition. As we made our way back to the car, sweat-soaked but smiling, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Playing alongside my friends, giving our all on the field, and coming out victorious had been an unforgettable experience, reinforcing the bond we shared both on and off the soccer pitch.

“Let’s see who my teammates are.” “Joining Tristan on team one is…Logan,” Mr. Tachibana announced. Tristan and Logan high-fived as they said, “Score,” in unison. “And the third member to join team one is…Ms. Ruka!”

He did the same to the other team members before sitting down. " You have grown taller, if I wasn't a guy I would be drooling over you right now," nikky said jokingly and the rest laughed. " Crazy" Damian added but also smiled. " When are you coming back to base? the whole place feels empty without you bro" Aiden, another of his team mates said handing him a can of soda. " I have some things to settle but I will be there before the tournament" he replied, for a moment he felt Happy because it was good to be back among his friends.

-I can do it. —But I also like your bad part, I like to see you trying to suffocate a person with your legs even when you have a bullet navigating your organs—I leave my hand on his wound and he grimaces in pain—. I like being on your team and now we have to put ourselves into practice for our own private team. -Just you and me. "Just you and me," I repeat, nodding.

River's eyes shone with pride and accomplishment as she gazed at her team, her heart swelling with gratitude for their tireless efforts. Thane, who had been observing the team's progress with great interest, stepped forward, a broad smile spreading across his face. "This is a game-changer," he said, his voice filled with excitement, as he examined the antidote. "With this, we will be able to protect our pack members from even the most sinister of threats." River's face glowed with pride as she looked at her students and colleagues. "We make a good team," she said, her voice filled with emotion. The team cheered again, and River laughed, feeling a sense of joy and fulfillment that she had nev

"You came back. You fought for us. We just... helped." "We're a team," Matteo added. "That's what teams do." I leaned back against the couch, exhaustion pulling at me again.

Then, almost reluctantly, a smile tugged at her mouth. “You really are different,” she murmured. I snorted, looking away for a second just to steady myself. “Different doesn’t always mean good.” “Maybe not,” she said, her voice soft, almost playful again. “But in this case, it does.” The corner of my mouth lifted without permission. My chest didn’t feel so heavy anymore. I looked back at her, locking eyes, and said the words before doubt could creep in: “You’d make a great teammate.” Her shoulders stiffened, but not in surprise, more like she was holding herself together. She blinked, like she wasn’t expecting me to say it so directly.