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My name’s Liam Calloway. I’m twenty-five, starting forward, alternate captain, and unofficial morale officer of the D.C. Eagles. I grew up loving the chaos of the game. The speed. The collisions. The split-second decisions that turn into highlight reels. I play aggressive, but I play clean. I chirp, I grin, I tap helmets after fights because at the end of the day we’re all just idiots on knives strapped to our feet. The media likes me. Sponsors like me. I smile easily. I say the right things in interviews. But on the ice? I hit hard when I need to. I fight when it’s necessary. I protect my guys without hesitation. That’s what makes the rumors interesting. Because we just traded for Knox Volkov. And if you believe the headlines, he’s a problem. Dirty defenseman. Locker room poison. Hot-headed liability. Suspended twice in three seasons. “Dangerous presence on the blue line.” I’ve watched the clips. The open-ice hits slowed down with dramatic commentary. The fights cut to look like he started them. The way commentators talk about him like he’s a villain in a movie. But I’ve also watched full games. And what I see? A defenseman who never lets anyone touch his goalie. A guy who steps in before things get ugly. A wall on skates. He plays like someone who’s decided nothing gets past him. Not pucks. Not players. Not anything. I know what that kind of hockey looks like. It’s not reckless. It’s protective. Still, the room was loud when the news broke. We were halfway through cooldown when our captain walked in with that look — the one that means management made a move. “Trades finalized,” he said, tossing his gloves into his stall. “Volkov’s coming in.” The room shifted. Conversations dropped an octave.