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tacticalvisor) wrote2016-07-08 11:35 am
tacticalvisor) wrote2016-07-08 11:35 am
from ashes we were born
Payload. Simple, if a bit of a challenge. Though not always; get together a good team and it'd be delivered with plenty of time to spare, give them time to move on to the next objective while their enemies were still recovering.
This...was not a good team.
This was Jack, doing his damned best to keep the thing moving while alternatively using it for cover, firing back, and, oh, right - couldn't forget the fact that of all people, his 'partner' was one he'd expect more to shoot his back than watch it. It was one thing to not have support, but the kind that had the motive and means to pull off the opposite?
Couldn't afford to ignore him. Couldn't afford to trust him, either, which had the Soldier on edge as it was. Not that it didn't mean he wouldn't do his job- after a nanosecond's lull in the firing, he leaned out just long enough to unleash a quick pulse of his own. Past the dark figure, another went down with a shout, crashing down in to a set of crates. Wordlessly, he leaned back in to cover, switching the ammo.
(Hey, sometimes you didn't need words. Especially when your expression - all right, body language, since the mask and visor hid most of said expression - spoke volumes. Pay attention, will you?)
This...was not a good team.
This was Jack, doing his damned best to keep the thing moving while alternatively using it for cover, firing back, and, oh, right - couldn't forget the fact that of all people, his 'partner' was one he'd expect more to shoot his back than watch it. It was one thing to not have support, but the kind that had the motive and means to pull off the opposite?
Couldn't afford to ignore him. Couldn't afford to trust him, either, which had the Soldier on edge as it was. Not that it didn't mean he wouldn't do his job- after a nanosecond's lull in the firing, he leaned out just long enough to unleash a quick pulse of his own. Past the dark figure, another went down with a shout, crashing down in to a set of crates. Wordlessly, he leaned back in to cover, switching the ammo.
(Hey, sometimes you didn't need words. Especially when your expression - all right, body language, since the mask and visor hid most of said expression - spoke volumes. Pay attention, will you?)