The rain hit the floor in a rapid pace, lightning struck around the area.

You, my friend, were terrified of the rain. And Sniper was aware of that.

You’re currently curled up in Sniper’s arms in his camper-van, Sniper’s warmth comforting you from the thunder rumbling around the area outside.

“All good, mate?”

He inquired with an expression of concern, gently rubbing the back of your head as he held you close to his chest.