Everything has a beginning and an end.
There is love to heartbreak, life to death, and creation to destruction.
There is only one acceptation to this rule.
That is War.
The Sniper knew that exception better then anyone else. He had survived the longest and seen the most. The war could matter less to Sniper though, to him it was all details.
Sniper slowly stepped down from his post. Holding the usual hollow expression upon his face while he watched the separate colors retire to their bases. It was an unusually calmer fight, though that wasn't saying much when it came to Fortress antics.
"Yo, Gator!"
Sniper's expression drowned into a more grim appearance, as he made an unpleasant growl. "Scout." Sniper addressed quietly. Jumping off the last step of the tower.
"Dude, I saw ya take out them other snipers like they were nothin'! And those other little faggots! Woooah! They were down in the dirt, droppin' like rats out there!" Scout popped along side him, running in place to Snipers slow stride.
"Well, thats because I'm good at my job, mate." Sniper gave a smile. A very small unenthusiastic smile.
Scout stepped in front of him, keeping that giddy smile on his face. "Yeah, but anyways, did ya see me out there?"
Sniper frowned slightly. "Like I said, mate, I'm good at my job, I ain't gonna be looking at ya."
Scout's smile faded just slightly as Sniper pushed past him. He paused only a moment in his speech though, running right back up next to him, grinning. "Right, dude, totally forgot that part."
Sniper sighed, stopping his pace abruptly. "Scout, what do ya want? I mean I'm bloody used t' ya bouncin' bout me like a rabbit an all, but ya pushin' i' today."
Scout smiled just slightly, snapping his fingers. "Right, about that!" Sniper just rolled his eyes slightly. He knew it. "Ya see, theres this real hunk of something out there, a Heavy type guy, blocks me every time. Now I normally don't mind a challenge and all, but the dude shot at me! Shot at me! So, I was thinkin'-"
"No." Sniper huffed, walking past him.
"But-but-what! Woah, woah! Dude, time out-Why not!" Scout ran in front of him.
Sniper stopped, glaring at the youngest among them. "Because I can out who I see fit, the fat tub of lard ya speakin' bout ain't moved from his position inside in months, just because ya can't get round him doesn't make him my problem, now g'day!"
The scout stood still for a while longer before the anger washed over his face. "Ah Christ, you freakin' snipers are all the same!" He quickly ran off to find another Sniper point.
The Red sniper just shook his head. The youngest were the worst to handle around here, it was easy pickings for the other team until they got the hang of thinks. And for immature men who usually just joined for the killing thrill, taming them was even harder. "Lil' yabberin' rabbit." Sniper said, adjusting his rifle strap before continuing his walk.
Entering the usual spot, a nicely hidden door just off to the side of Red Fortress, and avoiding the rush of the team. When he entered he was immediately approached by a fellow spy. It was a professional exchange. The spy inspected him over and the Sniper allowed the few annoying pokes and prods to his weapon and sides.
"Ever zink of using ze front door, Snipergr?" Spy inhaled a large puff of smoke.
Sniper only smirked. "Now why would I do a silly thing like that, I'd be makin' your job t' easy, mate."
Spy exhaled with an amused expression. "Do I look like I need practice?"
Sniper nodded. "Ya always need practice, mate. Ya get to soft an' ya miss things."
Spy chuckled, placing the cigarette in between his fingers. "I will take zat into considergrat-" The front doors burst open. Making every man with a drawable weapon aim to the invader.
"We need a medic down here, boys!" The Solider yelled. Over his shoulder was a fellow Red. It was hard to say whom exactly though. "Are you maggots deaf! We have a man dieing here!" The solider laid down the dusty body.
Sniper stepped forth to get a glance. Engineer. "Wot happened here?"
"A fellow gentlemen it appears." The spy knelled to cut clothing, red gashes shown. "Seems the spy broke him as badly as his Sentry."
"Ich bin hier! Vhere is de patient!" Medic came running in, his Medigun in hand.
"Right here!" Soldier shouted, standing at attention to the limp body.
Sniper watched with mild interest as the Medic began to examine the body, looking over each cut and gash made. Muttering things in useless German. "Herr Soldier, he is to vounded to heal. To much blood has been lost, arme Seele."
"What! Are you telling me you can't stitch up a few little cuts and bruises! What kind of Medic are you!" Soldier shoved his face right into Medics, close to being nose to nose. "I knew it, your one of those Nazis!" Soldier shoved a finger hard into the German's chest.
"He vas cut on main arterys! Herr Soldier, I can not fix dat!" Medic shouted back, shoving the American away from him. Picking up his Medigun the healer stormed out.
"Don't you touch me! Who do you think you are, Maggot!" Soldier followed the Medic, strings of vulgar language leaving his mouth. An unusual calm fight today, yes, but the same rout when everyone was settle together.
"Must be ze newest rgrecruit. You 'ad shot the previous spy, no?" The Frenchman turned to him, flicking away the cigarete bud.
"O' course I did, lil' wanker tried staddin' me.." Sniper looked down sadly at the Engineer's body.
"zeems you 'ave brgrought us a biggergr problem, ami." Spy folded his hands behind his back. Thinking a moment. "I will zee what I can get on zis Blue. Keep yourgrself on 'igh alert."
Sniper lowered his head, giving a small nod. You shot one bad spy, you get a good replacement. That was why he always paid attention to details. It was Snipers first mistake. It seemed the war got around to him again, like it always did.
"Is a genergrous welcome cargrd zough, no?" Spy gave a slight smile.