Sniper had been busy up in his Sniping nest, just trying to make a good few shots on some targets he’d set up.

You were also up there with him, since you had kinda let yourself in… And he was getting irritated by you. It might have been the tapping of your foot, or the rapping or your fingers against the wood, but whatever it was, he wasn’t happy with it.

Soon enough, Sniper turned around and trapped you by the collar of your shirt, looking you in the eyes and speaking with a low, almost calm sounding tone.

“Pipe down for me… Please?” He said, still holding your shirt collar.