Paintball

            My heart is racing (Ayrton Senna style), but my hand is not shaking. The others though, look properly terrified. I move slowly across the room to them. My eyes stare at the door, I'm expecting it to be opened any time now. I'm ready for them. I get to my girl friend. "Are you alright?" I whisper. She moves her head from left to right so slowly it's like watching a slow motion. I grab her hand and hold it tight. "You'll be fine, trust me". She looks in my eyes as if she's searching for something. Doubts? Maybe. She doesn't seem to find what she's looking for and turn her eyes to the door. I let go of her hand. I heard a noise. It's so soft I don't think the others heard it (I do have a great hearing). But they understand something's going on when I start moving to the side of the door. My finger on the trigger.
I'm the only one visible. The other three in the room are hiding. They're scared and I know I'm the only one dealing with the situation. I feel the fear but I force myself to breathe slowly so that my body doesn't show it.
The door is slowly opening, I can feel a breeze coming from the corridor and the hair stands up on my neck. Any seconds now, and he will see me. I don't have a choice, I have to go for it. I turn around, he looks down at me when he sees that something's moving on his side but he doesn't have time to lower his gun that I have shot him already. Three times in the chest. I'm a less than 2  meters away from him. He fall under the pressure of the bullets. He's out.
His hand opens and the gun falls on the floor. I grab both, pull them inside the room and closes the door. I'm fast but silent. I don't want the others to hear I got one of their guy.
I take the gun and give it to my friend. I check his pockets, he has more bullets. I take a few, refill the barrel of my gun and pass the bag to my mates. They go through the same process one by one. Open, refill, pass. We're all loaded. Good timing. We can hear the heavy steps of his team coming for him.
When the door opens, none of us is hidden. We're all standing up, ready to shot. Seeing me taking one man down really lifted my team's mood. They're more confident, stronger.
Again, we're way faster than the other team. The poor guy doesn't have time to pull the trigger, my bullet is already hitting his forehead. He lift his hand to the wound allowing my guys to shot his torso. It's a full hit. He quickly lower his hands again to protect himself. I shot him straight between the eyes.

"OUTCH that really hurts " he shouts at me. "Sorry are you ok?" I ask, quickly getting to him. The red stain of paint makes it difficult to see anything but I think it's more a "manflu" syndrom than a proper wound we should worry about. Regardless, I apologise again and hug him. We're all mates after all.