Cisco

*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.*