#just immediate

You’re used to the feeling of being shot at. The distinctive reverberating crack. The thousandth of a second of pure, unadulterated dread in which you frantically and futilely calculate whether or not the bullet will find its mark. The relief that floods your system when you walk away with your body intact. You find it funny how concern for the lives of your allies is pushed to the very end as you watch Sean fall to the ground with one too many orifices in his skull.