Irina stared at the crimson screen in front of her, her fiery amber eyes narrowing as the glowing letters [Defeat] burned into her vision. She slumped back in her chair, the controller slipping slightly in her hands as her frustration simmered. Her jaw tightened, and a low growl escaped her lips.
"Four losses," she muttered under her breath, the words dripping with disbelief. "Four fucking losses in a row."
Her gaze darted to the game stats flashing on the screen, and her anger only deepened. Her own performance had been stellar—top-tier damage dealt, perfect rotations, precise plays—but it wasn't enough. It never was when her team refused to cooperate.
She yanked off her headset, her fiery hair spilling over her shoulders as she slammed the controller onto her desk. "What the hell!" she shouted, her voice echoing in the quiet room. "Just defend the base! Why are you face-checking without me?!"
