Skittlz53

The time was ticking metaphorically as the men and women were waiting at the closed barred doors. It was a payload race on Nightfall. It was dark, looming, and worst of all, a thunderstorm. The shortest out of them all, even smaller than their Engineer, hated thunderstorms. With her vison already being impaired (eyepatches and glasses were not nice) and with added rain, she'd have to rely on pot luck to at least survive. With the foreboding knowledge of the lead Soldier will undoubtably grill at her after the match, win or loss, she popped open the grenade launcher and stuck one of the ammunition inside of it, closing it and locking it to be