Setting the crosshair on the guard on top of the of the upper checkpoint watchtower i call out for distance, wind speed and direction although i can see it on the scope on the top left. "600 meters, 5.5 knots west-south-west."
Military, No-Yiff, Reptile, Story Progression
Nonentity, a measly lackey
tail rigged
fangs clenched closed
vision unclear and polluted
period inching more rapidly and verdict becoming slimmer
a paw nearly chocking the trigger
hushed within a structure
life's path in an instant
a stirring mark in a crosshair
Angery, Annoyance, Misery, Rage, Task. pain
He brought the crosshairs onto mimi, and willed himself to pull the trigger. he had figured time would be there, and had used a special bullet. it would take much more than time's firey ass to stop this bullet.
Death, Fighting, Fox, Human, Love, No-Yiff, Vixen
Jethro fired, destroying the first and forcing the second to fly into veronica's crosshairs. the remaining two tried to break off, but were caught by blues 7 and 8.
_"blue 4 are you alright?"
Badger, Border Collie, Fox, Lynx, M/solo, Sci-Fi, Stallion, Vixen
He lined up his crosshairs and closed his eyes in a grimace. "i'm sorry." he said as his heart began to pound, his clawed finger slowly squeezing the trigger.
Assassin, Blood, Character Development, Clean, Dragon, Fiction, Gore, Human, Male, Military, Plot Development, Rifle, Sci-Fi, Science, Series, Story, Story Progression, Story Series, Training, Violence (Not In Yiff), child, sniper
Alex quickly zoomed in, centring the crosshairs on it, and the auto-tracking did the rest. now locked on target, all he had to do was watch through the eyepieces as the binoculars panned themselves to keep it in view.
Anthro, City, Cyberpunk, Future, Male, Sci-Fi, Story, Wolf, art, furry, futuristic
I got an analog rpm gauge, rounds available for the big gun, boost, current gear and a targeting crosshair, which was red.
"why is my crosshair red?", i asked as the tank shifted into second gear at 2500 rpm.
Action, Adventure, Alien, Fanfiction, Horror, Military, Tribal, Xenomorph, genetics, survival
The crosshairs were less steady. "no, rita, i won't...you just have to leave," he choked out from his dry throat.
she came closer, her gait never unrelaxed, until she was within arm's reach. edmund stepped back; she was inches from the barrel.
Security, guard, lonely
crosshairs on his target, his breath caught in his throat. all seemed to still around him and all sounds ceased. he squeezed the trigger. hardly a sound was emitted from his weapon, thanks to the silencer that he had fitted it with.
Assassin, Scalie, bah humbug, sniper