Paintball [95% EASY]

Jax spun around, eyes wide behind his lens, but he was too late. Leo pulled the trigger. A single, perfect burst of orange bloomed right in the center of Jax’s chest protector.

They walked off the field together, two paint-splattered warriors ready for a burger and a very long shower. PAINTBALL

Jax looked down at the bright stain, then back at the mud-covered Leo. He dropped his marker and started laughing. "Man, you look like a wet golden retriever. But nice shot." Jax spun around, eyes wide behind his lens,

When he reached the end of the trench, he was ten feet behind Jax. Jax was still focused on the oak tree, waiting for Leo to peek. They walked off the field together, two paint-splattered

Leo dropped to his stomach and began to slide. The mud was cold, soaking through his jersey, but he kept his eyes on the prize. He moved inch by inch, the sounds of distant shouting from other fields fading into the background.