


"Dropping Quarry," he muttered into his headset. His teammates, unaware of his advantage, followed his lead.
The neon glow of Alex’s monitors washed over his darkened room, a stark contrast to the gritty, dust-blown streets of Al Mazrah on his screen. For months, he’d been a middle-of-the-pack player, but tonight, he felt like a god. Warzone 2.0 Hack | MW2 ESP, Aimbot
Crack-crack-crack. Three shots, three headshots. The kill feed scrolled his name in rapid succession. "Dude, you're cracked tonight!" his teammate yelled. "Dropping Quarry," he muttered into his headset