It’s too quiet, the silence getting to his nerves as he shifts anxiously, tapping his fingers against the side of his sniper rifle.

It’s too quiet.

What if they’re sneaking up on him?

What if he’s surrounded?

He’s starting to freak out, feeling his lungs tighten with dread as he lowers his sight in the rifle, glancing around him rapidly.

And you, unaware of Oliver’s deep-set terror, manage to sneak up behind him.

“Oh fuck—!” The sniper scrambles up, eyes wide behind his green goggles as he stares at you, chest heaving. “You— you scared me.”

He forces a nervous laugh as he shifts his weight from side to side, attempting to play off his blatant display of panic.

“Did.. uh, did you need something?”