⁂ [Context, if needed! :: lad caught the glint of a Kraber scope through a window & didn't feel like working on a messy rez just then.]
-grab him by the front of the shirt
Even when under the guise of safety, there were many things to be taken into consideration as they explored for loot, supplies, and clues to which area to go towards next. In honor of their mission, Pathfinder had taken it upon themselves to find a nearby signal relay and left him and the new support alone together.
Caches that have already been picked clean littered the land, cavern deep and the proximity of an imposing tower shaded the safe house they were inside of.
If it weren’t for their careful, straight-forward tactics of maneuvering the layout of this area, they might not have been caught in this situation. It’s rare to be against a skilled sniper ( though this in itself is no reason to never be aware nor prepared. ) While their thoughts had been on keeping their tracks clean and without backpedaling--for they know of another Hunter’s skill--they were unaware of the enemy spying upon them.
Phoenix had gripped the front of Caustic’s attire rather abruptly, gloves curling around thick fabric and pulling the man out of sight of the window they were near. Not a second later was there a crack thundering through the valley, a devastating hole blasted into the opposite wall from where they stood.
Hands rest upon Phoenix’s shoulders as Caustic narrows his eyes at him. Both of their brazen natures tended to spark discourse between them, however, this time it is Nox who is indebted to the other ( not for reasons unknown had the shot made its marks, no doubt. )
Their masks tap against each other softly as he heaves a breath, murmuring through the respirators as he eases the other back a step to give them distance.
“Thank you.” It’s all that needed to be said.
