Paintball Now

"Give it up, Leo!" Jax’s voice echoed through the woods. "I can see your left sneaker!"

Leo pulled his foot back and adjusted his grip on his marker. "You’ve been saying that for three rounds, Jax. My sneakers are fine. Your aim, however..." PAINTBALL

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. "Give it up, Leo

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