A whistle from my Dad fills the silence. It was our signal to be alert.
The other team was moving in.
I adjusted my scope settings slowly while I watched the other team move in quickly. They were underestimating us, for sure. They didn't bother taking any level of caution when they entered the arena. I smirk as I watch the leader through my scope.
I picked him off, neck shot.
He cried out a long stream of profanities and anger. Too easy.
The rest scattered in instant panic. I guess they didn't expect an immediate sniper shot.
I watched them scurry like pests in the light.
I was typically a compassionate and genuinely kind person, but you put my paintball sniper rifle in my hand- I was a killing machine.
I loved paintballing. I only realize now just how much I missed these o
