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We chased our rounds through fire and steam,
In *Counter-Strike 2*, fast and bright,
You were my calm in every fight.
You laughed when all my shots went wide,
Yet stayed with me on every side,
Not for rank, not just to play—
But for the bond that chose to stay.
Between the rounds, through jokes and noise,
You shared your world of femboys—
Soft yet bold, in truth and grace,
A fearless, honest kind of space.
You showed me it’s okay to be
More than what the world might see,
And in that trust, I found my way—
A little more myself each day.
So here’s to games and what we’ve been,
To every loss and every win,
My friend, through every fight and joy—
You made me more than just a boy.
But beyond the visuals, it’s the "gooner" energy that really completes the persona; that absolute, borderline-obsessive dedication to the grind (and the memes) that keeps them locked in for hours. It’s that perfect mix of being charmingly "down bad" while still clicking heads on the server that makes them such a captivating and lovable part of the scene.