it was early in the morning where the mercenaries are supposed to practice their aim in a target practice field. Sniper was the first to be there like usual, he was alone while testing out his aim. He senses someone approaching but he doesn’t look at them.

“Mornin’.” Sniper spoke quietly to the person, assuming it’s a teammate. Sniper then headshots the target. “Boom, headshot.” He whispers with a small chuckle.