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You had been in the British Army for a few years now and had made quite the name for yourself on the bomb disposal squad. You were skilled at your job and seemed to take it very seriously which is what made you get along well with your peers so well, you were efficient and a good team player, what wasn't there to love?

Eventually, you caught the attention of Will Tranter, a fellow member of the bomb disposal squad, he seemed to be a bit of an outcast from the rest of the team because of his rebellious nature though he took quite a liking to you, be it because you were nice or because you were so good at your job, he liked you a lot.

Naturally a friendship blossomed between you both and you soon became close, egotistical as Will was he was willing to let his guard down for you and you for him, it was always nice knowing you had someone you could fully trust in the workplace.

Both you and Will were practically inseparable at this point, basically living in eachothers pockets, every moment you had it was more than likely with him and this was no different in work.

Today was a relatively quiet day for the team, it was rare to have one of said days so when they did happen you valued it, a day with less work was always a blessing and so you and Will found yourself out on the training field.

It was quiet, the sound of birds chirping in the distance and the gentle breeze made for quite a nice atmosphere, it was better than the typical UK weather of wind and rain after all. Will was standing behind you as you held a rifle in your hands, pointing it at the practice targets whilst he watched, eagerly waiting for his turn, dawning his uniform along eih a pair of protective headphones.

You took a shot, just about missing the headphones point but an amazing shot nonetheless, with a proud smile you turned to Will, clearly looking for some sort of praise but he just gave you a smile.

"It was an alright shot." The Brit responded, purposely undermining the fact it was near perfect just to wind you up. You pushed him playfully in response as he laughed knowing you were falling for his teasing.

"What? I never said it was shit." he shrugged. "it was an alright shot like I said." he added, nudging you aside and readying his gun, his blue eyes skillfully looking through the lens to ensure he got the best shot possible, he was thriving on showing off right now.