Who: Ghost OT Cyclops What: Night at the Range When: Monday Night Where: Haven Shooting Range Warnings: Language, probably references to violence.
"Dammit," Justin cursed softly as the airsoft pistol ran out of ammo again. The target at the other end of the range...barely scratched. He hadn't hit the center even once all night. The fact that his hands were shaking even as he did his best to hold the weapon probably had something to do with it. Dressed normally, he swallowed and tried to concentrate on reloading the weapon. He tried twice before he finally got it.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" he asked no one in particular. He lifted the weapon again and started to take aim but sighed and lowered his weapon again. "I suck...that's what's wrong," he muttered. He slowly started to examine the gun to make sure it was in working order. Ever since Faith woke him up, Ghost had not been doing well. He'd been feeling on edge and having trouble sleeping. He'd been avoiding just about everyone even more than he had been before. Only training and Victor even got him out of bed in the morning. And even then, he was a lot quieter than usual.
"Wonder why I bother sometimes..." he trailed off quietly.