I will be.

[meowterspace]

[there's some small part of lance that will always absolutely adore these training exercises.

[being a mercenary isn't easy stuff. it's not quite legit, and not quite respected, and not quite regulated. some of it's top secret, some of it's loud and public, and the vast majority of it is as professional as it is terrifying.

[which makes the modified paintball guns they're given in the abandoned sector of their city for these training runs absolutely hilarious.

[now, lance doesn't particularly get along with his new teammates: a couple of no-name hardass wannabes and a hotshot CO's pet named keith. they think he's too loose for mercenary work, that he goofs off too much--keith especially, but lance couldn't care less. he's not here to make friends. and he's proved in smaller exercises that while he's not fantastic at mid-range combat, he's a cut above average in his hand-to-hand and second to none on the scope.

[still. he has to think, laying in his sniper's nest keeping vigil for the opposing squad, that a sniper rifle paintball gun is probably the coolest thing he's ever seen.]