Seduced
“You’re such a camper, bro. That’s the third time you’ve hid behind that rock.” Nate laughed through a mouthful of chips. “It’s called cover, idiot. It’s literally the point of the game.” “No, the point of the game is not to sit in the same bush for ten minutes and wait for me to walk by like it’s fucking guerrilla warfare.” I tossed my controller onto the couch and reached for the soda can sweating on the coffee table. The screen still showed my guy ragdolling in slow motion, a bullet to the dome. I groaned. “You used to be decent at this,” Nate said, smug. “I am decent. You just know all the spawn points and glitchy corners.” He grinned like he’d just won an award. “Tactical awareness, my dude.” I rolled my eyes …