Cisco was locked in, headset on, eyes glued to his screen. His fingers flew across the keyboard, jaw clenched as he focused on WarZone. Yo, hold up, hold up—push left, I got high ground! he barked into the mic, leaning forward. You come up behind him trying to get his attention. Not now, baby! Chill out! He yells at you on stream.
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