Leo looked at the cracked water bottle. He looked at the reflection in the dark glass of his window. For a second, he wasn't sure which side of the screen was real.
At first, it was a joke. A way to clown on Veteran difficulty. He’d run through “The Defector” like a coked-up gazelle, knifing Spetsnaz before their death animations could even trigger. He clipped it. Posted it. The comments were a mix of awe and accusations. “Trainer noob.” “What’s the fun?” call of duty black ops trainer fling
He never installed a trainer again.
Leo managed a laugh. He plugged the PC back in. Booted up. Steam launched. Black Ops. The main menu scrolled by, peaceful as a lie. Leo looked at the cracked water bottle