Practice
For a while each day, the Red Army end of Blood Gulch rings out with the sounds of gunfire. In the first few days, the sniper rifle had equal representation with the rest, but as Grif became more and more satisfied with his improvements in that field, he'd scaled back on it, choosing to concentrate more on those weapons with which he wasn't already fairly familiar. Pistol, sub-machine gun, battle rifle, and shotgun each got their turns in the target practice. There was even the occasional sound of a rocket launcher or grenade.
Especially with everyone else from Red Army gone, there was pretty much no way that he could run the ammo stores in the base dry, given how crazy with the battle paranoia Sarge was and therefore how he favored guns over, say, food when it came to supplies. Even then, he suspected that he could probably submit requests and continue to get wherever Sarge used to have regularly supplied. It might be worth trying.
In the meantime, though, there was target practice, and reading and tinkering.
There was even some practicing of the close-quarters training that he hadn't really used since boot camp, when he got repeatedly thrashed over and over until he at least got enough of the basics that they finally shrugged and passed him along as "good enough". He didn't practice long at a time, because the extra effort of it started to get tiring after a while, but he figured that even if he didn't particularly improve much in the time before Eiko got him fixed up, and even if the procedures would probably mean retraining most of his muscles and nerves to work right with the newly-grown parts afterwards, it'd be good to be at least a little bit more used to it. And who's to say that how much it tired him now wasn't because he'd always been such a slack-ass, rather than the actual medical issues and armor power glitches?
Self-improvement, on his own schedule, with all the tools he could need provided for him. A guy could get used to that pretty easily.
Especially with everyone else from Red Army gone, there was pretty much no way that he could run the ammo stores in the base dry, given how crazy with the battle paranoia Sarge was and therefore how he favored guns over, say, food when it came to supplies. Even then, he suspected that he could probably submit requests and continue to get wherever Sarge used to have regularly supplied. It might be worth trying.
In the meantime, though, there was target practice, and reading and tinkering.
There was even some practicing of the close-quarters training that he hadn't really used since boot camp, when he got repeatedly thrashed over and over until he at least got enough of the basics that they finally shrugged and passed him along as "good enough". He didn't practice long at a time, because the extra effort of it started to get tiring after a while, but he figured that even if he didn't particularly improve much in the time before Eiko got him fixed up, and even if the procedures would probably mean retraining most of his muscles and nerves to work right with the newly-grown parts afterwards, it'd be good to be at least a little bit more used to it. And who's to say that how much it tired him now wasn't because he'd always been such a slack-ass, rather than the actual medical issues and armor power glitches?
Self-improvement, on his own schedule, with all the tools he could need provided for him. A guy could get used to that pretty easily.