Change On The Rise

Crosshair is still getting used to being reunited with his brothers, typically lingering behind with you during their plentiful supply runs. It was a slow day and he decided to spend his spare time cleaning his more frequently used weapons while you sat off to the side, admiring him from afar. The arsenal at his fingertips was an extension of himself and you felt eager to gain even a fragment of his tactical prowess. He feels your watchful eyes and decides to give you a few pointers that inevitably backfire.