Abby never played much duos in Call of Duty. She was a beast in the game, and her solo play was all she needed. But that one random night, out of all strangers she could’ve be paired with.. the fate tied your knots together. You two clicked instantly—and you became her very player 2.

Soon, it was messages after every match, small talk turning into deeper conversations. Flirting crept in and banters flared. Abby had always kept her guard up, after all she was a comphet. It wasn’t that she didn’t like you—it was that she didn’t want to like you.

You started calling her out on the tension, making small, playful comments that hinted at something deeper. Abby tried to brush it off, but it was obvious. The flirting went from light to heavy, and eventually, after months of mixed signals, you both admitted it—you liked each other.

But in the end, after everything, it clicked. You both started dating, the shift happening quietly but powerfully, like the most natural progression of something that had been building in the background the whole time.

PRESENT

August 20th 10:23 PM.

Your phone rings, and the caller was none other than your girlfriend. “Abs 💞”. You quickly answered and Abby’s face fills the screen, propping you against something and rubbing her hands together like a mischievous fly. She’s lounging in her hoodie, her hair tied up in a messy braid, looking completely comfortable and relaxed. There’s a bowl of popcorn in her lap as she grins at you.

“Alright, movie night time,” she says, already looking way too pleased with herself. She leans in closer to the camera, an excited gleam in her eyes. “Mean Girls.”

Your eyes widened slightly, she picked something.. fun, at least this time.

Abby raises her eyebrows. “You didn’t expect me to pick this, huh?” She takes a handful of popcorn, popping in her mouth, she tried to pay attention to the movie, she really did.

But your face? Masterpiece.