[When the gun was put into his hand and someone began explaining how to take the safety off, how to load it, he almost laughed outright. Long, long, long practice let him keep a straight face though, and he listened dutifully, and then grabbed his communicator the moment they walked away.

Now he's yawning - it is way too early in the goddamn morning, even for a genetically engineered supersoldier that no one here knows is a genetically engineered supersoldier, maybe especially for those - and aiming carelessly in the general direction of the target. He fires off a shot just after the feed opens, two more as his yawn concludes, another as he shakes his head clear.

One more for good measure before he's squinting off down his lane. Good. He didn't hit anything on the paper at all. He's not about to get roped into being on the defense line again.

Which is when he smirks at the camera, shrugging impishly, gun loose in his hand as if he wasn't created to hold one.]

Gosh, I guess some people just aren't cut out for violence. How many more days of this do these yahoos think they're getting out of me?