Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six Siege was one of those games that you either loved or hated; there was no in-between. But the thing was, people who loved the game, played the game, and people who hated the game played it even more. The game itself was pretty fun; it had all the adrenaline-pumping action that came with first-person shooters, but unlike Call of Duty or Battlefield, there was a bigger element of strategy with the different operators and their respective abilities. The game was played in a 5v5 format, which made it very competitive. Toxicity was so widespread in the game that a reputation system had to be put in place, albeit seven years after its original release. But late was better than never!

Introduced to it by his girlfriend, Task found himself enamored by the game, his hands sweating on his controller and his eyes glued to the TV screen in front of him. He barely blinked in fear that the millisecond it took for his eyelids to make their quick wipe over his eyes would make him lose any edge that he had on his opponent. It was a 1v1, which meant it was just that much more stressful for him as he sat in a stealthy little corner of the objective, waiting for the enemy to step into the room and face him like a man. The match timer was ticking down from 30 and it seemed like the longest 30 seconds of the deer boy’s life. When the clock reached 15, the music got louder, faster, and more bass-heavy. It blasted into his ears so loud that he couldn’t hear himself hyping himself up anymore.

“C’mon Task… C’mon… You can kill this fucker...” he locked onto the only doorway that led into the room that he was hunkered down in, aimed down the sights of his assault rifle, and had his left index finger on the L1 trigger just in case he needed to throw a grenade. He spotted the barrel of the enemy’s gun poke through the doorway and moved to aim a little closer to it just to make sure there was no chance of him missing his shot. As soon as he saw the enemy’s head pop through, he held down the trigger and unloaded almost his entire clip. The enemy rag dolled and the winning splash screen came up on the TV. The deer jumped up from the floor and cheered at the screen a little bit louder than he wanted to.

“FUCK YEAH! HAHAHA! GET REKT MOTHERFUCKER.” He pumped his fists into the air before he put his hands over his mouth. Being the night owl that he was, he ended up playing the game from late night until early morning. The sunlight from outside was already leaking through the curtains and he could hear the roads outside of the house already getting busy. His tiger girlfriend was sleeping and he didn’t want to wake her up. With his eyes wide and his hand still over his mouth, he slowly used his other hand to remove his headset and listen for any pitter-pattering of paws that would indicate that the tiger was pulled from her precious slumber. He spent the entire 30 seconds that it took for the game to return to the main menu carefully listening to the ambient sounds in the room. Other than the sound of cars and the sound of the neighbors shoveling snow, it was all quiet on the tiger front.

The deer let out a sigh of relief, rubbed his sweaty hands on his snowflake-patterned pajama pants, and brushed the little bits of lint and Doritos dust off from his green Christmas sweater that he was wearing to keep himself warm. He plopped himself down on the couch and stared at the TV as he debated playing just one more match before making himself some breakfast. As he pondered between making a Spamwich or entering the quick match queue again, he heard the hinges on the bedroom door creak, which made his ears perk up. He turned to look in the direction of the hallway that led to the bedroom and saw Alex dragging her feet as she made her way out of there and toward the living room. With a worried expression spread on his face, Task greeted his sleepy kibby girlfriend. “Hey! Good morning, gorgeous. Did I wake you? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be loud.” The deer’s ears drooped down as he spoke. He looked a little guilty since he knew how much she enjoyed her sleep.

Dressed in her red sweater and thick purple pajama pants, the tigress rubbed her groggy squinted eyes and yawned. Her tail swished around behind her as she made her way to the couch where her boyfriend was sitting, slowly plopped herself down next to him, and shook her head. “Mrrrhm… Yeah, I heard you calling one of them a motherfucker.” She chuckled and leaned in to press her snoot into the deer’s shoulder. “Did you win?” she asked and turned to look at the TV screen, which was still showing the game’s main menu. Her boyfriend let out a proud chuckle and turned his head to plant a soft peck on her cheek before he nodded. “Hell yeah, I did.” His lips pursed into the smuggest look the tiger had ever seen. “I won the match 1v1, that other guy had no chance. And it was a Zofia, so it felt extra good…” the smug smile on his face grew larger and larger as he thought back on his big win. He had a lot of trouble going head-to-head with someone who picked Zofia as their operator; she was fast, had a great gun, and somehow almost always had perfect aim. So, when he got to kill her in the last match he played, it was like an extra fresh and succulent cherry on top of an already gorgeous cake.

Task kissed the tips of his fingers in a chef’s kiss and chuckled again.

The tigress smiled happily and continued to smooch and sniff her boyfriend’s shoulder as he told the tale of how he defeated the evil Polish sister. Her boyfriend smelled a little bit musky since he hadn’t showered yet, and the tigress could pick up a small hint of the Doritos he had eaten earlier, too. Turning her attention from the TV to her boyfriend, she brought a hand to scratch at his scruffy chin and curiously raised a brow. “Did you stay up all night playing?”

Task tilted his head up to allow his girlfriend to scratch and play with his chin scruff and let out a nervous laugh similar to the one you would hear from a kid whose parents caught them doing something they weren’t supposed to do. He was quiet for about half a minute before he answered her. “Well, technically I started playing once the sun was already up, I was working on commission and comic work before that. So, I didn’t play all night…” he grinned and stuck his tongue out at her. Alex narrowed her eyes at him and shook her head. “You know that’s not what I meant, I was wondering why you didn’t come to bed, you’re usually at least in bed with me for a few hours before I wake up.” The tigress widened her eyes again and stopped scratching her boyfriend’s chin to grab him by the cheeks and tilt his head down so that their eyes met. “I missed you.” She added and made the real-life equivalent of the pleading emoji (🥺) face at him.

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