Toomanywires

Four of us spawn into the Horde Siege briefing room. One of my new teammates heads to the supply drop to do a last-second check of their loadout, which is sensible, while another heads toward the exit, revving their chainsaw. The third is yet to move. I jump on top of a large table and scatter the items on top, because jumping on tables is funny. A timer is counting down from ten. When it hits zero, our team will be unleashed on the Locusts, who we can already hear shrieking outside. As it hits five seconds, we gather by the door - there's just enough time to do a reload check, but not enough to climb back onto the table. Zero! The doors fling open and we sprint out into mayhem, but we do so in silence. Or at least it's silence for me, as I've muted everyone. For all I know, the rest of my team is nattering away, sharing strategies or cussing me out for jumping on the table. I don't know for sure, but I get the feeling they're not. Actions over words; fragging peace...