NoOneGhost [Knife] ToastedN00b
NoOneGhost [Pistol] xXFragQueenXx
“Jesus,” I breathe.
He laughs through the comms. “Welcome to the show.”
We hold the center point together—me posted up with a mid-range rifle, Tate circling the outskirts like a shark, cutting down anyone who gets close.
For a moment, we don’t just play well together, we hunt. Every movement synced, every cover switch clean. Every kill earned and then some. I forget about the bracket. I forget about Dylan.
I forget about anything except this… this rush, this fire in my pulse when Carter says “You’re doing amazing sweetheart” behind me and Tate barks, “Keep going. They’re scared of you.”
And god, I hope they are. The first few minutes are shaky—my grip’s too tight, my aim a hair too wide but once I get that first clean kill, everything clicks.
It’s like muscle memory, like instinct. Like breathing. I reload on the run, duck behind a crumbling support beam, and ping two more enemies in the upper catwalk. They’re slow. Lazy. Probably cocky. I drop them both before their squad even realizes I’ve flanked.
Behind me, Carter lets out a low whistle. “You’re on fire.”
My heart’s still hammering, but my hands? They’re steady now. Precise.
I hear Tate’s chair creak as he leans forward, voice low in my headset. “South tunnel’s got two camping.”
“On it,” I say, sprinting. I slide into the tunnel—shadows, flickering lights, one heartbeat—and toss a flash bang just past the corner. There’s a pop, a scream then chaos. They’re disoriented, and I eat them alive.
HavenHexed [SMG] W33bSlayer98
HavenHexed [SMG] D3athSnax
Carter laughs under his breath. “They didn’t even see you coming.”
I grin. “That’s the point.”
Then Tate’s in it too “Top right, two dropping in hot.” I swing up to cover, land a shot just past the window, and Tate catches the other mid-air.
NoOneGhost [Sniper] BloodR3aper
NoOneGhost [Melee] KneecapsMcGee
“Did you just knife a guy mid-fall?” I ask, half-horrified.
He cackles. “Gravity-assisted execution, baby.”
I choke on a laugh, ducking just in time as a frag grenade bounces off the wall.
“Eyes on the prize,” Carter teases behind me. “Chat’s getting rowdy.”
I wipe a sweaty palm on my shorts, eyes flicking to the kill feed. I’m racking up numbers fast now—headshots, flanks, quick-switches like I was built for this.
One squad tries to rush me. It’s a bad move. I vault a crate, tag the first in the chest, then spin and drop the second with a short burst of fire. Tate clears the third from across the room without missing a beat.
The final match point flashes. I don’t hesitate. I breach the last door, slide into cover, and pop the squad leader right between the eyes.
Victory.My whole body sags in the chair as the match timer runs down. “Holy shit,” I breathe.
Carter leans over the back of my chair, arms slipping around my shoulders. “That was flawless.”
“Not flawless,” I murmur, heart still pounding. “But close.”
