Why am I still here? I ask as I reload my P90 in the corner of B-site while crouching. I think about why it isn't me yet, why have I not been taken away from this beatiful world... like my 4 dead comrades... I stand up, finishing the off my P90 reload. I then deside it's time to rush out into the 1v5 fight. "This is it..." I say. I'm ready to take back the victory that are higher ranked enemies have stolen with no remorse. For Mason... for Squirrel For Alex... For COD... I then kiss my beatiful pile of trash goodbye for good... my Waifu... I then rush out... But then it happens. 1 click of the left mouse... not just an ordinary click... a click that had stolen my life... A one tap. I fall to the ground, P90 dropping by my side. Blood ozzes from the hole in my head. My body still faces the direction of my Waifu in the corner. She looks sad... I then think to myself "I am free..." I died for my comrades and there could be no greater sacrifice than the sacrifice of a try hard silver, with a Pro-90... My eyes then close by themselves... I am gone... -C_OOL_G The Silver