This Is War

Mac hunkered down behind a large cement tube whose sides had been covered in graffiti. She held a rifle up to her chest, took a deep breath and then made a run for a closed shipping container equally covered in spray paint.

No one had taken a shot, much to her chagrin and so she crawled on her knees, peeking out to spot the enemy. That was when a round whizzed by her head slamming into the concrete wall behind her. "Not smart, MacKenzie." She chastised, knowing she'd exposed too much of her body.

Shaking her head, Mac stood and flattened herself against the container. She saw movement from her peripheral vision and turned quickly to take two shots, nailing her victim. What she needed was some sort of distraction to shift her attacker's interests elsewhere but, any method would expose her location more than she already had. Grinning, she reached for a rock at her feet, it was large enough to hurl across the field.

Once she did, Mac heard the shots fired wherever the rock had landed, giving her just enough time to make a run through the muddy terrain. Shots began firing her way again and she slid to a stop behind a wooden wall feeling the splatter of paintball shells just over her head. "Sorry, Captain, your aim still isn't that good."

"Well, Colonel, come on out and I'll show you how good my aim can be." Harm knew exactly where she was, he could see the edge of her foot sticking out from behind the wooden shield she was leaning against.

A little paintball game had been her idea as another form of a fun date night. It was fun, challenging and had them both experiencing the exhilaration of battle. Their first game pitted the couple against a group of teenagers which were all eviscerated in less than ten minutes. Using signs and signals, the pair 'killed' off one after another of the kids one of whom was surprised the 'old lady' was that good of a shot. Using the paintball markers took a little bit of time; they just weren't as accurate as a real gun but, Mac had quickly adapted to it after a course monitor showed her how to double tap the trigger using her index and middle fingers.

Harm just jammed on the trigger, lacking the finesse but being just as accurate as his sexy wife. And she did look sexy dressed in camouflage jeans that hugged her hips just how he liked. She had on a BDU top and the rest of the necessary gear for such a sport but, even all covered up, he could still spot her. Well, her six which he aimed at and tried to shoot missing more than once. "Are you aiming at my six, squid?" He heard her yell, the sound a bit muffled from the mask that covered her face.

That move made Mac double her efforts to beat him. She came down in a crawl, sliding her body along the mud keeping low to the various barriers that blocked her from view. He'd spotted her, of course, the paintball playing field did not afford that very many spots to hide and the camo was noticeable against the graffiti covered concrete and wood. Glancing up, she spotted her goal: the flag at the tippy top of a wooden fort which she needed to grab in order to win this battle. They were almost the only ones left, Harm had a group of eight that dwindled down to three and she was just another warrior. Waving her hand, she got the attention of the teenaged boy she'd been left with, the smallest kid in the group but the most gifted in stealth. "Hey, Josh...see that barrier?" She pointed at an inflatable bunker just in front of a ramp which led to the fort. "I'm headed there, cover me on three, okay?"

The kid nodded, came down to one knee and aimed towards the general direction of Harm and his team. "Three, two, one… go!" Mac headed off in a sprint, unloading some rounds while Josh did the same from his hiding spot hitting one kid in Harm's team. She raced up the ramp, ducking behind the tower as several shots hit the wooden beams and splattered paint onto her mask. "Ugh!" It inhibited her ability to see well and she sank down making herself as small as possible to use the sleeve of her shirt to wipe the excess paint.

She hadn't noticed Harm was sneaking in on her, rounding the tower from the rear side trying to keep his large frame from becoming a target for Josh or Mac. It was almost too easy to take his shot and part of him felt a sense of remorse but, that girly squeal when his pellet hit her six more than made up for it. "Gotcha, Marine." From the opposite side of the field a roar erupted as Josh had rushed past the couple, climbed the tower and rescued the flag waving it back and forth victoriously.

"You were aiming for my six." Mac said after she removed her mask and dropped the marker. She scooted over to him, legs dangling off the wooden frame only to have him step between her thighs and move his hands down to squeeze her six. She took his mask off noticing Harm's sweat covered brow, flushed face and wicked grin. "And you enjoyed it too."

Harm's hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans, kneading her six through the fabric. "Such a sweet six it is too."

"Sweet and bruised, I'll bet."

That made his eyebrow arched teasingly and the hands in her pockets kneaded her again. "I promise to kiss and make it better." He moved closer to her, bridging whatever gap was left until his lips touched hers. It was just short of passionate but enough that Mac could feel that pulling sensation down below. "Best two out of three?" His voice dropped down to that bedroom timbre that made her realize he wasn't talking about paintball but, she wouldn't let the Marines fall to a squid.

Mac pushed at his chest, grabbed her marker and headed off to the center of the field. "You're on."

Harm could only shake his head. Oh how he loved his wife.