He heard them fanning out. One in the courtyard. One in the bookstore. One flanking through the sewer.
He didn’t go quiet. He went loud. He strafed out from behind a bookshelf and double-tapped the flanker in the sewer. BOOM. BOOM. Headshot. Thud. cs 1.6 warzone
Mid-air, knife raised, he slashed. It wasn’t the heavy stab, but the fast, desperate left-click. Slice. He heard them fanning out
Leo had no time to switch weapons. No time to aim. One flanking through the sewer
Leo leaned back. The CRT monitor hummed. The smell of sweat and victory filled the basement. Outside, the sun was rising over the real world, but it didn't matter. For one perfect, pixelated moment, he wasn't a kid with homework. He was a legend of de_warzone.
The timer hit zero. The familiar “Go, go, go!” echoed through their headphones.