@usedtobehmc: Spy inspires Sniper. (Not quite what you were expecting, I’m guessing, but I hope it reads easily enough :’D Thanks for the prompt!)
Spy is captured and Sniper has to win him back in a game of cards.
The bar is a shabby thing on the mainland, near one of the lesser used ports that Hale’s using to smuggle weapons to the obscure island that he’s converted into his Mercenary Park, and its occupants all turn towards Sniper as he pushes through its creaky doors – a casual curiosity at first, that sharpens to something nastier as they survey his six feet of foreigner, the rifle strapped to his back, SMG and kukri holstered at his waist.
This wouldn’t faze him usually, but the stakes are much higher this time, and he can’t help that cold sweat breaks out along his brow. Sniper is Sniper and not Spy for a reason; he’s rubbish at this sort of trickery, rubbish at close range. But Spy is incapacitated, and the rest of his members back at the park, oblivious, so Sniper steels his nerves and saunters his way to the counter with false bravado.
