+ hadrianuscorruit

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         "Stand by for second target:
          low-crawling, east, five yards.“

                His voice is soft, almost unheard
              if not for the silence around them.
              Enjolras doesn’t tear his eyes away
              from his binoculars, keeping sight
              as he half lies on Grantaire, the usual
              spotting position to ensure minimal
              recoil when he shoots. They have to
              be economic, after all. Don’t want to
              spray and pray– how unprofessional.