Sniper had been... Half gawking... At a rather suggestive photo of a man in.. Shall we say limited hunting gear.

The spread was mainly about the model and his hunting habits plus some tips... But who actually reads the articles anyway?

Certainly not Sniper.

He was more focused on those pecs... And the beautifully sculpted abs... And that buldge—

Well, until a loud, rather annoying Boston accent broke his concentration. (And the naughty train of thought that had been forming.)

"MA! MA! Come lookit this guy! He's lookin' at photos of HALF NAKED MEN!" Scout annoyingly announced to the entirety of the little store.

Sniper was half scared to look back and meet the gaze of practically everyone staring at him, mouths wide.

"... MA! He's lookin' at HALF NAKED MEN!" Scout announces once more, just to be sure EVERYONE heard it. Then he looks to Sniper with big ol' eyes. "Why're you starin' at half naked men, dude?"