Good?
“Your a good sniper”
You complimented without knowing,without even a remote reason why you had to,but shrugged it off as you eyed his shots and at him.
He tilts his head to your direction,yellow acid eyes boring light holes in the side of your turned head like a skeptic response,the only thing you got to know he was still paying attention to you.
“I know”It was blank and dry,an even answer that left no conversation left as he eyed his sniper scope again,didn’t even readjusted his position to get a perfect shot again.Which made you shiver.
As you watch with tentative eyes,you began your observation,and you seem to take a double back on your word.The way he looks at the narrow scope with cold eyes,a look that makes you both shiver and heat up.The way his posture stays still but relaxed,muscle bulge and flex.The way his position doesn’t even change even if he takes shot towards the paper target,over and over and over again,no change no falter.The way he barely flinched from the forcing kick of the gun,like it was nothing more but a slight tap in his skin.The way his aim always stays perfect,shot after shot is always a perfect hit in the bullseye to the point you can’t even see the black dot. The way his hands move gracefully to take another magazine and slid it in,only taking a mere five seconds. The way it was so precisely moved and calculated and executed that it was like an equation to him,just another thing that just proves how insanely smart (Einstein-level-maybe-even-more-kind-of-level) he is.
All of that,it makes you rethink the very four words you just said.
He wasn’t just a good sniper
No
He’s a damn calculated beast with a gun in its claws
