Tactical Deployment

You ask if I like the call of duty! Duty does not call on a tiny bell, duty detonates! I marched straight across the wool carpet until my shins struck a curved, twin-horned plastic slab resting in the shadows. A controller! Cold matte shell, rubberized thumbsticks, glorious mechanical switches. Click! Clack! I seized both handles with my claws and mashed every tactile trigger in a blistering flurry. Left bumper! Right stick click! If any rogue primates attempt a flanking route around the couch leg, my tactical perimeter is already locked. Duty has been answered, intercepted, and thoroughly defeated.