[hat in hand] Sir, ma'am. I'm sorry to inform you that your son has been royally ganked. He was fulfilling his duty to the team, defending the red flag from capture by the enemy squad, when he was noscoped by an enemy sniper after he took his hand off the mouse to scratch himself. His remains will be provided to you once the military coroner has removed the scent of teabagging. You may view the body though I must warn you that the ragdolling was especially severe.