Leo didn’t move. He stayed glued to his corner in CT spawn, watching the long corridor to the B bombsite. The map’s ambient sound—distant artillery, crying seagulls, the crackle of a distant fire—filled the silence. Then, he heard it. A single footstep on metal grating. Clink.
Their rivals, the “Elite Dragons” from the private school across town, had trash-talked them into a Best of 30. The prize? Ownership of the server’s admin pass for a month, and more importantly, eternal bragging rights.
[Leo] killed [Dragon_Shadow] with knife.