Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24487330-20140629041803

Camo's brow furrowed further in scorn. His companions were treating this incident like a trifling matter, as if it happened every day. "Fear"? Fear didn't come close to describing what the sniper had felt. Wrapped in an airtight, threaded coffin, poisoned and hanging in limbo, with no escape and way to cry out for help...He had felt scared before, but this time he really had been at Death's doorstep before they intervened. And yet...

"Why did you even bother," the archer asked his team, ignoring Al's gesture. "It was bad enough that I got caught. Me, of all people: the one who's always telling others to 'watch your step' or 'think before you act'...and for what? Pride? That's got to be the stupidest thing I could've possibly done, and I still managed to drag you into it. We all could've died today, and it would've been my fault. Do you have any idea how rotten that feels, knowing that you put the lives of others on the line because of a mistake you shouldn't have even made in the first place?"

Camo coughed a couple times and curled his legs up toward his chest before concluding, "Just cut your losses and leave me behind next time...With all the crap I've put you through already, I'm not worth the risk or the effort."