With a slight wince at the sudden shouting, Sniper simply blinked back at him, hardly looking perturbed; just exhausted. Soldier and he clashed often, as their personality types couldn’t be more different. It was only due to how patient Mick was, and how little they saw of each other, that their dynamic hadn’t soured more over the time they’d worked on base together.
Sniper didn’t like being yelled at like he was a petulant child, or treated like he’d made a rookie mistake by someone who he was dead sure didn’t have any actual military experience. Not that he’d had much military experience either, being mostly self taught hunting game. Still, though. Professionals have standards.
Mick was almost winded by the force of the weapon being shoved at his chest. He’d not expected Soldier, of all people, to allow someone else to hold possession over his gun. It felt a little foreign in his grip, recalling that the last time he’d done so had been to ward of crocs at a small lake near his childhood home.
“I mean… not used a shotgun in a while, but, it should come back to me.” Then, with a small tut, he twitched his head down in the direction of his hip, indicating the kukri that was always on his person. “You can use that if need be. Won’t be needin’ it if I got your gun.”
“I am very sure, Sniper. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be giving you my shotgun.”
Now diverting his attention over to the ongoing battleground, a sadistic smile would creep up to the soldier’s face as he cracked his knuckles. Oh, how he has longed for the day he had an excuse to use his own bare hands to beat the crap out of his enemies.
Granted, a gun made it easier to kill them, but fighting with nothing but your fists is also patriotic.
“It’s simple, son. You aim, you shoot, and you keep doing it over and over.”
The helmeted mercenary would looked over slightly to the mention of the kukri, hidden eyes briefly glancing at the machete until he turned his back.
“You can keep that. I have my own guns right here.
... minus the honey. Too late for that now!”
Those words said, Soldier now begins his slow approach to the battle.
He will surely be the first one to die.
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