Crosshair and the Firepuncher (Crosshair)
Crosshair and the Firepuncher (his beloved?)
Crosshair and the Firepuncher (Crosshair)
Random takes and scenes in space and time for various fandoms I love as inspired by Fan Art and the Fandom in general.
Crosshair really, really loves his Firepuncher rifle, there is no denying it! Part of Fandom Shorts series
Crosshair and the Firepuncher (his beloved?)
"I love you more than anything in this whole wide galaxy! Nothing and no one, does compare. Nothing or no one, can come between me and you, my much beloved Puncher! Not. A. Single thing!"
The softly uttered words while doing the maintenance were heard by anyone in close proximity. Something usually, or most likely never heard by any other soul. As they were spoken in private only. Out of respect and yes, love. And Crosshair had made sure, he was alone for this precious moment.
Time alone with his rifle.
As yes, Crosshair does love his weapon. His trusted Firepuncher rifle. Like no other thing in the galaxy. He said as much, didn't he?! And there is certainly no denying that! Does he sleep with the thing? Kiss it good night? Perhaps. But that is neither here nor there. Because the sniper is in love with his trusted weapon. And ain't that somewhat of a endearing albeit kind of a disturbing scenario!?
The thing, the rifle, the one nicknamed Puncher certainly has some kick. The weapon having gotten Crosshair and his team out of harms way on plenty an occasion. Not that all the credit should be given to the rifle itself. After all, Crosshair has plenty of skill and talent himself. Best shot in the GAR? Isn't that what Hunter was selling to Cody and Rex?
But, I digress.
This is a tale of Crosshair and his hefty gun. The two enjoying the missions the team goes out on. Often even calling them fun. The sniper does, as the heavy handed rifle hardly talks. Not that anyone has admitted to hearing it talk at this point in time. But Crosshair, surely loves to talk to it. The Puncher.
And so, this precious moment went on. The maintenance, of the gun.
The slow strokes of the sniper's along the form of the object in his hands. Each and every motion precise, making sure not one nook or cranny was missed. Cleaning up the gun, oh what fun! But neither of them was complaining.
Having taking the various parts separately into their care. Each individual section of the rifle cleaned until there was nothing there. Nothing the sniper could see, his vision the best accuracy of them all. Making sure not one single spot was missed.
The ritual, as it had now become, was taking its time. There was no hurry, no need for anything else, while doing this. The world, the galaxy around fading. Leaving only Crosshair and Puncher. The two against it all.
Well… in his dreams they might have been, as Crosshair, was still part of the team. So, he wasn't really alone. But when he was doing this, maintenance of a thing, it was only him and the rifle.
If he was able to sing, carry a tune, Crosshair would have most likely sang the most pretty of songs, praising Puncher like no other. As Crosshair certainly loved his Firepuncher.