4th Headshot || Action

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper is sitting on his roof. He's sitting on his roof and he's moping. Surrounding him are the shattered bits and pieces of his Machina, probably about 15 or so chunks of what used to be a high powered sniper rifle. The only piece that looks like it's still functional is the scope and that's only because Medic was holding that when Sniper dropped his gun.

As if that whole fiasco with Medic and the ferris wheel wasn't bad enough, now this... He's just looking at it glumly, occasionally reaching out to try and piece it back together. Spoiler: It's not going to work. He's actually more upset right now about his gun than he's ever been about anything in his life. Eventually he gives up and just sits on his roof with his hands in his hair, wondering how he'll ever get another gun as good as that one was.*

Comments

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

I haff no idea. After about zhirty years on different battlefields it gets hard to remember zhere are ozher zhings as vell.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Can't fight forever Doc. An' unless yer Solly I don't think anyone wants to.

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

Nein. Probably not. But as long as ve are hier, I am not going to zhink about it too much as vell.

[bye_to_yer_head]

That's assumin' any of us ever get out 'f this troppo place.

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

Ve vill haff to see about zhat...

[And there he goes, resuming to walk away at least and leaving the BLU to himself.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Hn.

*He goes back to moping. But thoughtfully moping now.*