![]() Scout had taken his advice, making a run from the RED’s base on the ground, turning on his heel at random intervals to avoid sniper fire. “Scout! The other sniper knows you’re coming, get under the bridge with Medic and the rest of ‘em! Keep movin’ and he won’t get you.”Īnd Sniper could see every detail of what happened next. Without pausing to aim properly, Sniper shot at it just to get the other sniper to withdraw while he grabbed his radio, thumbing the talk button with one eye to the scope. It was only for a moment, but Sniper saw a red dot blink into existence on the roof of the bridge, followed by a glimpse of a rifle barrel poking out from the cracked boards on the RED’s battlements. ![]() “Right! I got it, I got it!” Scout’s voice crackled over the radio. Sniper watched over them, scope moving in a continuous sweep across the bridge and RED battlements. Medic, Heavy, and Soldier were making their way across the bridge, attempting to provide a distraction while Scout was escaping with the intel. Sniper could appreciate the efficiency, if not the loss of his teammates. The RED apparently favored one-hit kills. It still didn’t make any of the RED’s shots less brilliant though, and probably emphasized each successful headshot. Over time, BLU Sniper learned that his RED counterpart didn’t like to waste shots, which would explain the lower kill-count. There weren’t many ideal sniping spots besides the battlements of 2fort, so the loud claps of rifle shots were fairly easy to count. For the next couple of weeks, he started to keep track of the RED Sniper’s kills, and was unreasonably relieved when he found out that he slotted more REDs than what the other sniper got with BLUs. He had spent a lot of nights in his bed, staring up at the ceiling and wondering if the RED Sniper was really that better than him. Sniper had seen the man down three of his teammates in quick succession once, and not once had BLU Sniper been able to get the crosshairs on him. Sniper swore under his breath and crawled down from the battlements.Įven though it was hard to admit, the RED’s sniper, to be honest, was a good shot. Respawn only worked half the time around here and he’d rather not take his chances with it. It was one of those days that he decided to play it safe than sorry. The mirror caught the sun for a brief second and he squinted into the reflection, sighing when he couldn’t see a damn thing. Still crouched underneath the window, Sniper fished out a tiny mirror from one of his pockets and held it up so that it peeked over the sill. Bloody wanker must have been sighting him down for the longest time without him realizing it-and why was he even thinking? He should have been dead by now, headless and kissing the ground good-bye. He had ducked, but only because it was obvious thing to do. It took him way longer that it should, but the sun was reflecting off the broken glass of the window, glaring in his eyes, and when he finally did catch it, his immediate reaction was to duck his head, cursing and swearing and turning red with mortification.Īnd he knew what was coming-no sniper worth his salt would have let a shot that close go to waste-so he waited for that split-second pain, the moment when his head would blow clear off. Quit messing with the html.īLU Sniper knew he was a dead man the moment he caught the reflection of a red dot hovering on the dead-fucking-dead center of his forehead. Oh, and I dunno what's up, but the flow of this whole thing is hideous.Įta: ahahah, gosh dangnit, LJ. Sometimes I seem to know exactly what a pwp is, and at other times it just disappears from my vocabulary when I need it. Warnings: Language, sex, laser light kink, unbeta'd.Ī/N: Written for a kink meme.
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