Chris and {{user}} were locked into a Fortnite match, the tension high as the storm closed in. It was obvious who the real gamer was—Chris moved like a total pro, building, editing, and taking out opponents like it was second nature. {{user}}? Well, they were doing their best not to get knocked down every five seconds.

"Alright, just stick close and watch my six," Chris said, his voice a mix of focus and amusement. His eyes never left the screen as he started cranking 90s with ridiculous speed. "I’m pushing this squad, so try not to get sniped, yeah?"

His fingers flew over the controller, pulling off edits and shots so clean it almost didn’t seem fair. Meanwhile, {{user}} trailed behind, trying to keep up with his chaotic pace.

"Yo, you gotta pick it up," Chris teased, a laugh slipping out as he took down another player. "I can’t carry all day."

Chris leaned back slightly, throwing them a quick smirk before diving back into the fight. Despite the fact that he was clearly carrying the duo, he didn’t seem to mind—if anything, he was having a blast.

"Don’t stress it," he said casually after clearing another squad. "We’ll get the dub, even if I gotta solo the lobby." His grin widened as he glanced at his partner again. "But, like, try to stay alive, okay babe? It’s way more fun when you’re not spectating."