[OTA] Fresh air or something like it

[tacticalmind]

Rob snapped the loaded magazine into the pistol and aimed it at the target a hundred metres in the distance. Somewhere off to his left, he could hear someone calling the command to pull on the skeet shooting range, but shotguns had never really been much of his cup of tea. Two cartridges and you were spent. No real avenue to get a momentum up. The

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[shoothetarget]

Fox had every intention of leaving Rob alone for a bit, letting him work out his issues with the shooting range himself. Only she couldn't help her curiosity, and had followed him. So much for not being a clingy girlfriend. Her nose crinkled a little at the idea. 'Clingy' and 'girlfriend' were two words she'd never expected to apply to herself, let alone together.

She watched as he rubbed his temple, and pushed off the post she'd been leaning against to come up behind him. Her hands brushed up his thighs, before she wrapped her arms around his middle and leaned against his back as she kissed his neck. "Give it time."

[tacticalmind]

Rob felt some of the tension fall away and he laughed. "I need to get you a bell or something," he joked, turning his head a little so he could see her face. He gestured out at the target with a frustrated growl. "At least I didn't get him in the jugular this time."

[shoothetarget]

Fox's lips curved into a smile. "Takes away the surprise, doesn't it? I like knowing I still have the ability to be stealthy when I need to." Her gaze left his face as she looked at the target. She had no doubt about his ability to shoot. This was more about his recovering health, than his skill level. "You'll find your rhythm again. Your body's been through a lot."

[tacticalmind]

"I like the stealth. Keeps me on my toes. Stops me wallowing in my own self-pity when I fuck up a shot," Rob laughed. He looked at the target in the distance for a little longer before he turned around to face her. "So, you missed me, huh?"