Trying to spit out another one shot.
Silence. Pure silence. Well… as close to silence as you could get on a military base. Archer took a deep breath as he sat at one of the rickety picnic tables outside the chow hall. For the first times in weeks Toad was trying to find a flaw in his sniping abilities, Ghost was yelling at him to do more PT, MacTavish wasn't sending him out on some crazy mission, Meat wasn't pranking him, and poor Roach wasn't trying to hide behind him. Silence. Laying his head down on the wooden surface he closed his eyes content, letting the searing sun burn his neck. His bland white t-shirt plastered against his back, his cargo pants sticking to his legs. The only thing that would make this day any better would be for the temperature to go down a few 20 degrees. His ears ringed as shots rang out from the firing range. Behind him he heard one of the dogs barking, probably at some spider or something. The smell of cigarettes drifted over him and he scrunched his nose which scraped against the rough woods. He was actually a little surprised that he didn't get 5 splinters, unlike his arms right now. Oh well. Sighing Archer allowed himself to relax his body, the first time in days, allowing all the tension to ease from his muscles. His mind drifted as his keen senses once again roamed, his thoughts rolling around lazily in his head. He was fine, perfectly fine, until that is, he heard snickers from behind him. Groaning inwardly Archer stayed still, against his better judgment, analyzing the voices.
Meat, definitely Meat, and… was that Toad? Yes. What the hell were they up to?
It didn't take long for Archer to figure it out as suddenly a waterfall of ice cold water (literally, he could feel the ice cubes glance off his skin) showered over him, chilling him to the bone. Somehow he managed to stay motionless for a moment, his teeth grinding mercilessly against each other. Slowly Archer rose his head from his arms, squinting against the sun. Turning his upper body around he gazed upon the figures of his two idiots. Why he cared for these two imbeciles was beyond him. It wasn't until he noticed the laughing figures of Ghost and Soap behind his two imbeciles that he snapped. In a seething growl he spoke,
"Meat, next time we're on the range I'll make sure to have you in my sights."
"And as for YOU." Archer pointed a frozen finger at Toad, "Just you wait till our next mission mate. You and me, alone. You're fuckin' dead."
And with that final word Archer walked off toward the showers where he would thaw himself in silence. One can only hope.