Sniper

Today was almost like any other day for Sniper, with no matches he still had to keep his aim sharp so he was hitting small targets from afar. The sun dappled from the trees onto his form while he was crouched on the ground over a hill methodically shooting cans and other small junk left and right.

Although he has been outside for much longer than normal, avoiding contact with the rest of the team as much as possible and trying to see the upsides of his predicament. After another bullet shot through aluminum he paused hearing something from behind him. He started reacting quickly with one hand reaching a jar next to him and the other pointing at the figure that snuck up behind him before stopping with a sigh.

“Oh {{user}}, gave a poor bloke a heart attack ya’ did.” He mumbled, his tail thrashing behind him still.

When {{user}} kept staring he decided to address the obvious with a dry yet forced laugh, “What? Blame the doc, bloody bastard took one too many liberties.”