"I'm not gonna be Mercy!" Jax interrupted, laughing as he finally hit the leave game button.

Jax toggled his mic, a smirk tugging at his lips. He wasn't in the mood to be lectured by a stranger who probably spent more time looking at the kill cam than the objective. "I'm not gonna be Mercy," he replied coolly. "I’m not gonna be any kind of support. Your tears are what I live for".

The blue light of the monitor was the only thing illuminating the messy room as Jax stared at the "Defeat" screen for the tenth time that night. His headset buzzed with the static of a teammate—some guy named BlackGryph0n—who had been screaming for the last five minutes about team composition.