They played one more round. Standoff. The dusty Texas town at dusk. Leo took the garage. Sam took the general store. They fought back to back, covering each other’s angles without a single ping or callout. When the victory screen appeared—Leo top-frag, Sam second—neither one moved to start another match.
Silence. The PC fans whirred. In the background, the faint sound of Leo’s dad watching cable news upstairs filtered through the floorboards. call of duty black ops 2 split screen pc
Sam looked back at the screen. He selected a loadout. A sniper rifle. The DSR-50. “No, you’re not. You’re sorry you got caught.” They played one more round
Leo paused mid-reload. “Then why are you here?” Leo took the garage
“The PC stays here,” Sam said. “But the account? The shared one? I’m taking it. You can make a new one.”
The basement door closed. The PC fans spun down. On the screen, the lobby timer ran out, and the game kicked them both back to the main menu. Split Screen Disabled. Please connect a second controller.
Sam stood up. His chair didn’t squeak. He’d oiled it years ago, because Leo hated the sound.