Inner Demons: Fallen Angels: A Rainbow Six Siege Story(Male Reader)

Chapter 3: Fallen From Grace pt.2

(A/n): I'm trying out a new POV style which is like a hybrid of 3rd person and 1st person. If i remember  correctly, its called 3rd person limited. I'm also streamlining by excluding the details like exact location and date because i have decided that they were a bit redundant and slowed me down. Please give me some feedback on the changes. 

Thomas's POV:

Boom

Another shot landed on the 2 cm wide bullseye, 1km away. The shooter smoothly cycled the bolt of his new beige colored Accuracy International AWM and listened to the sweet sound of cold hard metal moving across eachother and clanging of the copper case hitting the stony ground. 

'the beautiful sound of cold hard metal' Lieutenant LeRoy thought with a cynical smile 'No emotions, no pain involved.'

Gunshots rang out continuously around me as men and women practiced in the shooting range. The range was a wide open field covered with yellow dried grass spotted with small, scattered patches of fresh green ones. There were no trees in sight with targets being the only objects within the horizon where the pink sun was going down. The wind was blowing hard and cold.

 'The other shooters are hasteful, prioritising speed over accuracy and forgetting that each one of them was handling an AWM instead of an AR-15. ' The shooter thought with a slight smile.

"Accuracy over speed" He muttered and took aim.

Holding his breath and steadying his heart rate, shutting out all emotions and thoughts, ignoring everything is happening.... and everything that has happened, The sharpshooter focus on his target. as the sound of surrounding gunshots began to drown out He tugged the trigger.

Bullseye.

It felt good. It felt good to shoot at targets. it feels good when everything that matters is a cold emotionless target and a .338 rifle. The sniper cycled the bolt, once again admiring the sweet, sweet cold sound

'If only life was that simple'

He released an empty magazine and looked for a new one. Thomas fumbled clumsily in his magazine pouch beside him with a gloved hand and picked out a new magazine.

'It would be much easier if you can look at things in life like you look at targets'

Without looking, he swiftly rotated the bolt, pulling it backwards, inserted the magazine and closed the bolt  'some things gets easier with more practice... but some things aren't and some things can't be changed at all'  . He took aim, tried to steady my hands and fired. a loud bang of the gunpowder went off, propelling the projectile out of the barrel at supersonic speed towards the target. this time, it landed 8 cm off of the bullseye.

"Damn it" Thomas exclaimed under my breath.

The sniper fumbled with the bolt to release the casing and push a new round into the chamber. His breath was foggy and my hands shook as i took aim again. 

'emotions are messing me up again.' Thomas thought 'but last time this happened, at least it was a good one.' it had only been about 5 or so years ago. 'A lot of things happened in 5 years'

'Alright, first day practicing in the firing range' thought the private  as he and 30 others were being led out to the field by a drill sergeant along with 30 experienced sharpshooter who will be acting as spotter for the exercise.

(A/n: If anyone has any experience or knowledge with this, please tell me if the "private", "Corporal", "Sergeant",.. applies to all countries?)

This field was a section of a forest where the trees have been cut down for use as a firing range as evidenced by the the trees still standing around them, only 1000 yards away. The earth was soft but dry and was carpeted by short fresh emerald green grass, covered in dew which shone like little diamonds. There was not a single dry stem in sight.