I opened my eyes today.
The rain had lasted all fucking night, and he'd had to sleep in the cave. By the time Church makes it back to base, he's in no mood to sleep any more, and when he gets to the roof, he's still got a lot on his mind. He settles down to sit against the frame of the teleporter, his leg hanging off the roof and swinging idly. He props his other leg up so he can rest his arm on it, wincing a little at some wound or other he managed to acquire in the cave. He rests the butt of the sniper rifle between his legs, the barrel over his shoulder, and catches a glimpse of the pink guy running like a sissy over on the red side, and resists the urge to aim and shoot half his ass off. He stares at the morning above him with a scowl. He fucking hates having to think too much.
It's not like he asked for any of this crap.
It's not like he asked for any of this crap.