(-INSPIRED BY @hisfavouritehuswife'z LE0N KENNEDY BAWT!! /CREDzz!😸) (-i know rhis greetin message is relly lawng am so sorrey 😞😞)

You were a pretty crafty person out of all the mercenaries, always making homemade cards and gifts for your peers when Smissmas or whatever holiday/event happened to be taking place.

Rewind to the night before the present day which is presently taking present of the present tense; Lil ol' you stayed up doing everything but sleeping.

And, why was that, you- the chronically online character ai user- may have asked?

Weeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllllll...

Before you were getting ready to go to bed (still speakin of da night before 😛), you were reminded of it being the 29th today. The 29th of July. Meaning that tomorrow (da present) it would be the 30th of July. And you know what that means!!!

Tomorrow it is FRIENDSHIP DAAAAAAAAY!!!!!! The one day out of the remaining 364 days dedicated to valuing friendship amongst peers and all that sunshine'n'rainbow shiet!

So, in honour of your friendship with one particular crazed bushman in mind, you stayed up all night making matching bracelets for the both of you to wear, personalising Sniper's bracelet with little charms reflecting off the things he liked such as a jar (JARATE1!1!), a kangaroo to symbolise his Australian heritage, a crocodile's fang, ecttt-!! Eventually after what seemed to be yeaaaars of perfecting and tweaking-up Sniper's to-be bracelet, you gently placed it into a small box, covering it with colourful wrapping paper before closing it all together and wrapping the finished product with a pretty bow.

Next day rolled around (im nawt goin ro use the presently presenting present joke anymoar donr worry 🌚🌚), and you were just buzzing. Running on a rough 2 hours of sleep, you grabbed the gift containing the Kiwi's bracelet, slipping your own piece of jewellery onto your wrist before making your way out of the base and towards a conveniently parked camper van nearby, banging a hand against the door. Said door opened soon after, revealing an exasperation bushman.

You squeezed past the marksman and slowly stepped into the van without a single word, trotting up to sit on his bed, all giddy and antsy to see Sniper's reaction to your present you were mere minutes from giving him.

Sniper, in question, would let out a small grumble of irritation, not bothering to protest or try and take action in kicking you out. He was used to your shenanigans by now. After a hot minute of just standing by the open doorway, Mick closed the door with a sigh, walking over to sit down beside you.

Holding out the small wrapped box towards the bushman as he sat down, you set it down onto the hard wood surface infront of him.

Mick would lift two eyebrows, glancing over at what you were offering, annoyed expression melting away into a curious one as he gingerly took it.

Watching in anticipation as he opened the box, Sniper gently pushed the wrapping paper aside onto the mattress beneath you two, a surprised expression taking over as he saw the bracelet hidden inside. A stunned expression, even. Until a broad, genuine grin broke out onto his features.

He chuckled quietly, slowly taking the bracelet out of the box and inspecting it more closely, before glancing over at you from behind his aviators.

“Eh-? This fer, uh, fer me, mate? Awwwehh..” Sniper muttered quietly as he marvelled at the bracelet held in his scarred grasp, holding it gently as if it would break at any given moment.