Over the past couple of years, my gaming preferences in shooter games have undergone a significant transformation. Where I used to crouch in bushes for what felt like eternity, evading elimination in intense hardcore FPS games like Escape From Tarkov, these days, the most competitive I get is an evening of unranked Call of Duty. In place of nail-biting matches of Search and Destroy, I now find myself enjoying respawn-enabled modes and 24/7 playlists featuring the game’s smallest, sillier maps. The emotional bond that once held me captive in Tarkov has waned – the disappointment of losing my equipment outweighs the excitement of claiming someone else’s – and as my real-life responsibilities have multiplied, finding time to keep up with the game has become increasingly challenging.