User blog comment:Gen.Cain/Paint ball stories/@comment-1260687-20100422002421

So there I was, stuck in a three-room shanty guarding our flag, with me, my gf, and a redshirt against a fifteen-man team closing in on and encircling our position. We'd lost the rest of our squad, including our sniper and medic in a failed assault on their flag, and it was looking grim. All of our Claymores and land mines had been disabled or tripped already, and our machine gunner was out, and we could hear their squad leader yelling at his team to form up for an entry on our position The other guy with us stuck his head out and got shot in the face, leaving me and my gf. I grabbed the flag, tucked it into my buttpack, and then we dropped our deuce gear and snakelines, hooked cylinders to our X7s, dropped our armor, checked our sidearms and mags, and stuck a few pods of paint into our cartridge belt pod carriers. We hooked out the back at the same time the breaching team made their entry, and capped a few of them as they stumbled through the shanty. When we got outside, we were completely surrounded and had nothing but a single tree for cover against nine hostiles.