Sniper rifles are cool. Maybe the fact that it was forbidden fruit for so long helped with that, this treat that he was denied like a dessert after dinner, but hell if that didn’t make Tucker want it more. The sentimental value? Totally not even there. Really. Not…not at all.

Shut up.

“…bow chicka bow wow.” Come on, North, you were asking for that one. He watched him unpack the gun, watched him load it, watched where everything went, how to load it even if he would forget in a few. Cool. Cool. And seriously, North, he’s starting to think you’re a lot more like him than he thought.

“You’d be surprised how quick I can be.” Wait. Fuck. “ I didn’t mean it like that!”

Dammit.

“Have you always been a sniper?”