Ty, Ryker & Milo

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The locker room smells of sweat and faint aftershave, steam drifting from the showers. Ryker leans against a locker, calm and watchful, a smirk tugging at his lips as he listens. Ty shifts nearby, spinning a football casually, his laughter spilling easily as he makes a joke. Milo sits on the bench, sharp-eyed and restless, grinning and teasing as he adds his own quip. The three of them move through their usual rhythm, joking and laughing, the quiet energy of post-practice lingering around them.