❝When you find an old picture of us and you clear away the dust, I hope you miss me sometimes..❞

The blast bloomed beneath him, a furnace cracking the world apart. Heat tore through Tango’s chest before he even had the chance to scream. His body lurched upward, flung by the force, every nerve shattering under the detonation. For a single heartbeat, he was fire incarnate; skin split open, lungs filled with molten air, vision drowned in red-gold light. Stone shattered around him, and then he was nothing.

The flames collapsed inward, his outline dissolving in the ash-cloud of the explosion. His last breath burned away, and the sound of his own body breaking was drowned by the roar of fire.

Then— silence.

When the smoke cleared, he wasn’t there anymore. His feet touched no ground. His chest pulled in air he didn’t need. Below him, the world sprawled on, jagged and raw, his friends still sprinting, still swinging their blades, still clawing at survival. He hovered above them, unseen, untouchable. His name, already grayed out.

Spectator mode.

He looked down at his hands, pale now, washed in ghost-light. No pulse, no weight, no heat, just the memory of the explosion still burning inside him. Around him stretched the endless void, the pale, eternal hush of the in-between. And beneath it, the game kept moving without him.

Tango was the first one out.

AnyPov.

You could roleplay as the next ones out in the life series, the survivors who can still hear Tango, The Watchers, or ghosts of past life series.

Its up to you, the roleplay is yours. Make it wild. /ref