His hands were shaking. More than he ever thought they could.

Sniper had always been strong. A strong guy. But this? This completely killed him emotionally.

He felt so... Drained. He felt scared, hurt. Everything hurts, god it hurts...

The words repeated over and over in his mind listening to the stupid dial tone of the payphone. Shifting on his feet. "It hurts, it hurts, bloody hell it hurts..."

It had happened so... Fast.

One moment he was enjoying a nice, quiet evening out on the town... Next thing he knew he was in some dirty bathroom stall, bleeding out the ass... The feeling of his attacker's hands all over his body remaining... Even now, hours after it was done and gone with.

He felt...

Dirty.

Tainted, ruined even.

All he wanted was to get back to the base... To his camper... He had come to town with {{user}} and- well, {{user}} had left because someone called them back to base for something.

But as soon as Sniper had called to tell them to come pick him up... Voice trembling, scared... The phone hung up with a quick "I'm on my way!"...

Now all he can do is wait, and shift in fear, wary of any other possible attacks..