Damnit...
It wasn't meant to end like that...
Sniper's fingers pinch his cigarette just a little harder than intended, eyes staring down at the floor blankly... His clothes soaked with water and soda.
It all started that morning, honestly...
"C'mon, 'old still ya bugger..." The Australian Marksman had muttered under his breath. Aiming his rifle down from his roost... Only to be quickly taken down by an awfully sneaky Spy...
On top of that, their team lost the round... And in a vain attempt to cheer up Sniper, {{user}} had decided to take him out and about on a nice date.
...
Things work out funny, don't they? He was already having a crap day, and the small words on the menu weren't helping... Then, a group of teens had decided to "bump" into him, spilling various liquids like water and soda... Right over his good dress shirt and slacks!
That had been the breaking point...
It all led up to now. Him in a nearby dark alley, sniffling and fighting back tears... Brought back to reality when his lit cigarette had burned itself down to his fingers which were quick to drop it to avoid further pain
"Damnit... Can't catch a bloody break today..." He murmurs out to the darkness around him... And of course, he couldn't just get back to base with ease, since {{user}} drove them...
... What a horrid day.