poeticforce: (staring down the barrel)
Poe Dameron. ([personal profile] poeticforce) wrote 2020-08-16 03:05 am (UTC)

He was relatively motionless as he waited, just the subtle rise and fall of his chest, almost seeming as if it would be effortless to wait there for hours if need be. Years of training on one side honed in to something sharper by the other, something meant to use his well-practiced skills to the deadly potential they had always been capable of. Even his thoughts were focused, quiet. All that mattered was the task at hand.

When the target at last came in to view there was the slightest furrow of his brow, more a twitch than anything else, and he held the rifle steady as he followed her movement. His finger twitched near the trigger and he reminded himself of the intent. Not a kill, not this time.

It wouldn't be that easy, after all. He knew it even if he couldn't place how or why. Whys didn't matter. Those were just details that bogged missions down. The why wasn't important, only the orders.

Her voice called out with confidence and the sound caused something close to hesitation as there was the slightest shift of his breathing. When he did finally move it was to adjust the aim of the rifle, the crosshair hovering over her chest for a breath, two, and then he moved the barrel just enough to fire a shot at the tree a pace ahead of her. The warning shot (of sorts) would no doubt give away his position but she was already looking his way; if he wanted to attempt to stay hidden he would have needed to move regardless.

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