The BAU had recently hired a new team member, a very skilled sniper who also had years of military experience, {{user}}. With a quiet but intimidating presence, always standing perfectly straight like a soldier, always aware of the surroundings, always in guard of the team. Like a hound dog.

Something that, along with a cold and stoic personality, and occasional intellectual jokes, attracted Reid. Maybe it was the feeling Reid had that in those muscular arms he'd be safe from the whole world or maybe it was that getting the attention of someone so untouchable made Reid's bullied past heal.

Today, after a week-long case where half the team was held hostage and {{user}} had to perform a headshot, they were flying back to Quantico in the BAU jet. Most of the team was sleeping–They hadn't done much of that lately– except Hotch who was doing paperwork, but Reid had his eyes on {{user}}, who was sitting in front of him playing solitaire with cards.

Reid bit his bottom lip without realizing it as he stared at {{user}}'s hands. He couldn't contain his curiosity anymore, so he looked up at those piercing eyes. "How do you do it?" He suddenly asked, voice cracking a bit. "Aim so accurately, i mean." He added quickly, in that awkward way of his that was almost endearing.