They fired together. He moved first.
“Crossfire Buff Skyht,” he whispered again. This time, the static answered: “We saw. We’ll never understand. But we saw.” crossfire buff skyht
The comms were static ghosts until his voice cut through. “Crossfire Buff Skyht.” Not a command. A promise. They fired together
By the time the smoke cleared, the kill feed was a eulogy for the other team. Skyht stood alone in the kill box, reloading with one hand, tipping an invisible hat with the other. ” he whispered again. This time