Hey ! Back from holidays with a new story. This will be a series of drabbles, requests are accepted.
It's so hot here in France ... Macaroni is melting under the heat ...
Enjoy !
NO BETA !
Learn to master your fear, before falling victim to it.
Those vile, evil and disgusting creatures. He really hated them. They crawled, they crept on you, and most of all they hissed.
That sound always electrified him with fright. He knew this was the most handicapping fear any sniper could have, when more often than not, he had to stand still for hours. The anticipation of meeting one on his way seriously fried his nerves, and was enough to fill him with dread.
He would never admit that the shuffling sound over the radio was actually him scrambling in fear away from a snake. He had skillfully lied that he was readjusting his position and rifle for a better angle.
"Dude, you look pale. Everything fine?" Ajax asked as he came down from his sniping post.
"I'm good." He lied again. He'd been doing this a lot lately.
"Holy …! Hey, guess what I found?" singsonged Kick, proudly bringing up his prize. "Tada!" He thrust it up in the air in excitement.
"You got nothing better to do than find new pets?" Merrick growled lowly, not at all impressed by his childish display.
"It has nice colours though." Elias said wisely as he took a closer look at the snake, which casually hissed, before being quickly snatched off the stick.
"Yeah, nice specimen if I may say. What do you think Keegan?" boisterously declared Rorke, searching for the quiet one with a smirk on the face … said person had moved several steps back with his hands joined in nervousness. He held the snake with his bare hands, totally unfazed by the possibly deadly creature.
"Come on, don't be shy." How he loved to be a complete jerk. Of course he knew the guy loathed snakes with a passion, and took great, immense and sadistic pleasure in teasing him. Well, more like torture him. "Are you scared?" His voice got that underlying and unnerving tone to it, the one that tackled people's pride to the ground.
Twitch. Frown. Growl.
This caught the attention of everyone. They turned their gazes in unison, curiously watching Keegan for an answer.
The bastard was having fun teasing him, but he couldn't let that slide. His manly reputation was at stake! With determined steps and a high chin, he walked towards the evil creature with apparent bravado. Deep down he knew he was being brilliantly stupid. He could barely stand the sight of a snake poised a few feet away, so a close-up would be a disaster. Beads of sweat were rapidly soaked up by his gear, but he couldn't hide the minute tremble in his hands.
He felt his steps faltering the closer he got, unmistakable fear taking over his limbs. He slowed down his pace in a pitiful attempt to gain time, and he knew, just knew that Rorke was having the greatest time of his life.
He stopped, took a look and said "Yeah, nice one", hoping it would be enough to satisfy everyone. He got raised eyebrows and cocked heads at the meek and tight quality of his voice. Screwed.
The snake was violently thrust in his face. He let out a distressed sound and flailed his arms around uselessly. Rorke laughed in sadistic glee. The others never looked at him the same way, meaning they hid smirks underneath their masks and mirthful eyes behind their goggles.
Humiliation was an understatement.
Requests accepted ( even the most ridiculous), reviews as well. Gonna keep this light and funny for the end of summer. No serious shit will be happening here, if you want that, visit my other story PTSD - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.