
Attacking Midfielder
OMF-1

Attacking Midfielder
OMF-1
You stand between the opponent's midfield and defence, and turning there is your entire job. The scanning is done before the ball arrives, so the destination is decided at first touch.Timed to a teammate's run, you thread passes through angles that shouldn't exist. Weight and spin are tuned so finely that the receiver takes it facing goal.Your defensive brief is kept light; the head and the legs are spent on supply instead. The final ball is your assigned trade.Your touches are few — and several of them, every match, become chances.
Ball Control 94 and Attacking Sense 92, both top-class. Defensive Sense 58 is the price — everything is committed to facing forward.
Quiet, and yet everyone always somehow knows where you are. You never raise your voice, and still the conversations gravitate to you — an odd sort of pull.
You observe in fine grain and catch changes in people early. You read the real intent behind a request, so what you deliver lands one notch above what was asked. Given the chair, you sort everyone's claims and produce the conclusion with no sharp edges.
In exchange, careless treatment registers keenly — you endure it, but inside you've stepped back. Your likes and dislikes are defined, and the uninteresting party doesn't get your evening. You restore yourself alone. You skip the gatherings that don't matter to you, and stay to the end of the ones you chose.
A few people are enough — breadth without depth holds little value for you. The chosen few, though, get astonishing care, which is why your friendships run long. Quiet time with the things you love is the surest way you know of coming back to yourself.