I loved playing war games with Alex.

“You are a terrible person,” she said.

“The game is the game, love,” I said as I adjusted my headset.

Technically it was Luke’s, but that wasn’t important. Winning was important. After lunch, we headed to Luke’s apartment. He had a few business calls to make, so I busied myself with a not-so-friendly game of COD with Alex.

My thumbs dashed across the control pads. I swore when a grenade ...