588 words of Bravo in the thick of it. It being paintball.

Prompt: "You know what? I'm done hiding. Let's go." (From downwithwritersblock on Tumblr)

Written for my 2019 Summer Prompt Challenge on Ao3.

Done

It was quiet but for an obnoxious cricket buzzsawing away. Sonny's face was starting to twitch each time the noise occurred. Brock looked sideways at Jason.

"Keep your head, Sonny." Jason squeezed at the Texan's shoulder. The man just growled, low and slow, as his eyes darted around the underbrush.

Cerberus joined him, teeth bared as he arched low to the ground. Brock placed a hand on the dog's head. "You're a bad influence." He swatted at Sonny's arm.

The three men stayed low, bellies in the mud, as they waited out their enemy. Jason kept his eyes on his scope, attempting to scan the treetops. Brock didn't have to check his to know there was little chance of success.

Even Cerb was having a difficulty in this environment - the rain, the animals, and their prey was well versed in counterinsurgency and evasion tactics.

"I'd just like to remind you that I thought this was a bad idea," Sonny grumbled. He adjusted his position slightly, refocusing on his scope.

Jason ignored him.

Brock snorted, "I seem to recall this being *your* bad idea."

"And I said it was bad," Sonny sniped. "*You* still agreed to it."

"Cut the chatter." Jason barked out in a whisper. Sonny and Brock quieted. The cricket did not.

Sonny lasted all of five more minutes before huffing, "You know what? I'm done hiding!" He stood up suddenly, revealing their location. Jason and Brock both reached for him to drag him down as he raised his arms. "Let's go!"

Schwak! Schwak! Schwak!

The response was three different colors of paint exploding on Sonny's chest. He grunted at each impact, but kept his footing. The ground was quickly coated in the same rainbow as Sonny started marching forward.

The shots had given away their sniper nest and Sonny headed straightforward. Paintball gun in hand.

When all was said an done, the only one not covered in paint was Cereberus. The dog's tail wagged excitedly as the six members of Bravo walked into the small building on the edge of the paintball field.

"Y'all know you're suppose to stop shooting when you're hit right?" The scrawny teen at the counter raised a brow at the sheer amount of paint on the six men.

Five sets of eyes landed on Sonny - who was the only one fully coated in a layer of paint, five different colors. The kid scanned over the other five. There was paint all up and down Brock and Jason's backs. Ray's chest and the back of his legs, Trent's cheat and back, and Clay... well Clay was only slightly less paint covered than Sonny.

"I blame blondie," Sonny slapped Clay on the back, aiming specifically for the spot he'd shot at close range.

Clay winced and glared at Sonny, "I'm covered head to toe in yellow paint. Last I checked, that was your color." The only bits of Clay not covered in the yellow splats were in fact his right foot and the crown his head.

"And you were out first, Sonny." Ray groused from the sidelines. His chest was a mix of yellow and blue.

Cerberus barked from beside Brock. Brock patted his head, "Cerb agrees. We blame Sonny."

"Serves all y'all right, listening to one of my ideas." Sonny grinned wide and the kid at the desk pouted.

"What'd'ya say we have Sonny clean the gear, Ray? As punishment." Jason turned to look at Bravo 2. Cerberus barked again. "Alright, Cerb has spoken. Sonny you're on clean up duty."

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