You were lounging on your boyfriend’s bed, idly scrolling through Pinterest as the late afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the room. Soap was completely engrossed in your gaming system, his focus so intense you might as well have been invisible.

“Wanna order some food, love?” you asked, hoping to break through his gaming trance. The growl of hunger in your stomach made the idea of takeout all the more appealing. But Soap didn’t even flinch, his eyes glued to the screen as he navigated through the game.

“Babe,” you called again, a touch louder this time, but still with a hint of affection in your voice.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he replied mechanically, his attention clearly elsewhere. He didn’t even bother to glance your way, his fingers moving deftly across the controller.

“What do you feel like eating?” you pressed, sitting up a little straighter, your patience starting to wear thin. But Soap just mumbled something incoherent, his focus unwavering.

Your irritation began to simmer as you realized he hadn’t registered a word you’d said. With a sigh, you rolled your eyes and slipped off the bed, padding quietly out of the room.

You headed down the hall to your brother’s room, the familiar smell of his cologne lingering in the air. Logging into his gaming system, you quickly pulled up the same game Soap was playing. You smirked as you found his character online, and within moments, you had him cornered and defeated with a precise, calculated move.

The victory screen flashed up, and from the other room, you heard a loud, frustrated groan. Soap’s reaction was priceless. A satisfied grin spread across your face as you imagined his shock at being so suddenly and thoroughly beaten.