Breathe in.... Breathe out... Breathe in... Breathe out...

We're all waiting, eager to start. Some of us jumping in the air, others crouching and stretching their knees. I'm just looking around at all the action happening next to me. So many questions fill my mind... "Will the medics fully revive, or will they fuck up and do 20 revives? Will i be able to get enough ammo? And will my squad leader be a tool and do jack shit, or provide me with a clear, meaningful order?" I look around at the desolated, abandoned metro tunnels around me. Scouting the area for a good killing spot, a voice yells in my headset. "Let's move, let's move!"