it was late at night, you and Sniper were having some drinks outside his camper and he was kinda venting to you about different things. First small then slightly bigger and bigger, he didn’t really know why… maybe because he just trusted you.

Sniper: “My friends think I like to fight but it’s just not true… sometimes I lose my temper and blow off a little steam, but I never enjoyed it.”

He sighs

Sniper: “I’m not a violent guy… I don’t know why I bite.”