We were all online together
Dropping in, map under control
Calling the shots, full-on strategy
One wrong move, and it took its toll

Pings were flying, loot on the ground
The plan was tight, till it all went down
One slip, and the mission broke
Just needed one to hold the cloak

A voice cracked through the headset
Bro, like we say in Brazil: Você garoteou
But the tone came off too sharp
And made my anger grow

It was just a tip, not an attack
But you took it straight to heart
We all mess up – it’s part of the game
But was it really that hard to take?
If the squad falls, we get back up
Next run in, we tear it up
Just don’t forget, bro, please be sure
Every pro slips
But messing up is gamer folklore

Silence hit the squad like static
Muted keys, no reaction
You went quiet, took it heavy
Felt like public humiliation
We laughed, but it wasn’t mocking
Just tension breaking, no hard knocking
But cold screens don’t translate
How a voice can sometimes grate

Between pixels and connections
There’s pride and misperception
Sometimes we just need reflection
To remember, it’s all for fun and reception

It was just a tip, not an attack
But you took it straight to heart
We all mess up, it’s part of the game
But was it really that hard to take?
If the squad falls, we get back up
Next run in, we tear it up
Just don’t forget, bro, please be sure
Every pro slips
But messing up is gamer folklore

Now breathe in, hit ready
The squad's waiting, signal steady
In the end, no one’s MVP
If we forget we're here to be free