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He wasn’t just a teammate. He was my anchor, my AWPer, my last hope in a 1v5 clutch. The way he covered my defuses, the way he whispered “rush B” in voice chat… I knew it wasn’t just the game anymore.
In the end, we lost the tournament. But I won something greater. Love between me and Hans-Olof.
10/10, would get emotionally compromised in a ranked game again.