Creed sat in his room, headphones snug over his ears, fingers flying over his controller as the glow of his monitor bathed his face in cool blue light.
His mind was laser-focused on the game, his teammates shouting commands in his ears.
"Push left! Flank them, Creed!"
"Bro, don't die now! We're winning this!"
His heartbeat pounded with excitement. He was on fire tonight. Every shot was precise, every move clean.
If he won this round, his rank would shoot up, and he'd finally—
Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock
Not now!
"Creed?" A small voice. Hesitant. He barely registered it.
Another knock. Creed gritted his teeth. "What?"
Silence. Then: "Can we talk?"
His eyes stayed glued to the screen. His fingers didn't stop moving. There was a slight frown on his face as he replied to his younger sister, Emily.
"Later, Em. I'm busy."
