#.old habits are hard to break ; sol.dier | recall.

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@ovcrwctch said: "Have you stolen the last one of my protein bars?" Rein looks mildly frustrated as he walks towards Jack, holding the empty box in disbelief. He was determined to find the culprit!

. Considering he still had part of that protein bar in his mouth, there wasn't a ton he could do to deny it.

. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry- but in my defense," he started after swallowing the bite. "They were left unattended for more than an hour and I just jogged in 40 celsius." He looks primed to take off like a hare, looking less than apologetic.

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. He sighed. He didn't like this kind of gentle needling. It made him feel guilty for clamming up so hard. He made a face under the mask.

. "Got my own hobbies," he said, carefully taking another bite of food. The opening of the mask was a tricky thing. More than once, he'd had to wipe off food, grease, other things from the latches. "Like training, sparring. Western flicks, rock music. What do you do for fun around here? Gibraltar ain't exactly a good hub space."

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@unfogged said: "Hang on, I'm doing some math in my head." / brig to jack!

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. He reloaded the pulse rifle's magazine. For a moment, the visor was on her, red light glancing off the armor on her back. He didn't doubt she could do the math needed, here, the question was time.

. "Take all the time you need, kid, it's just Null Sector breathing down our necks," he replied as he shot down a flying drone- though it'd been intended comically, his tone was still gruff, sounding far more agitated. Another foot soldier was alerted, but a few shots took its head off, leaving it spinning and wobbling in circles.

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.     It was somewhat comforting to know. Gun enthusiasts gave him a bad taste sometimes. He could get what they liked about powerful weapons, but some of them just wanted something that could inflict the most pain possible.

At the offer, he grinned behind the mask, his brows raising just so. He did like the thought of that. No problem with a little challenge. He reached up and pressed his thumbes to the top edge of the mask. The visor portion released, lifting just so. Baptiste didn't know Jack Morrison, and age did much to mask him. Just this once to ensure he wasn't cheating in their little bet.

"Gonna take this off so I don't have any advantages." The mask remained sealing the lower half of his head, but he set the red glassed visor on the table before him. "Count of three?" He reloaded the pistol, checking it before he raised it towards the targets downrange again.

"not sure if i look the type, but me neither." he doesn't like guns all that much anymore. he can use them well enough, can handle anything he's given, but he prefers healing over killing these days. though, in a war, a medic has to do both.

it almost scares him how easy shooting a bullet comes to him, still.

"thanks. always willing to take pointers, though." he can always improve, isn't ever going to be one of those people who thinks he can't get any better. no one's perfect, even if he likes to pretend people are. he pulls the target sheet down, and replaces it with a fresh one before sending it back. "how about a shoot off?" baptiste grins.

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@unfogged said: "I just think, when you gotta make a decision that'll hurt somebody, you gotta see the right and the wrong of it." / mei to jack!

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. Jack never considered himself a man with no faults, but there were far too many situations where he'd come out the other end of things broken and bruised despite his best efforts. That was just life, but he still resented it.

. "Sounds reasonable," he responded blandly. He liked Dr. Zhou. Though he didn't really admit it, he'd spent a fair amount of time reading posts she'd made about her travels. He considered her insights generally good, but... Her optimism about the world always hit a sore spot in him, knowing he'd once been that person. It was a good quality, but a part of him sneered at it. Optimism always seemed to be destined to be ground into the dirt at some point. "Sometimes you still have to make the call that'll hurt someone and the regret'll be yours afterwards."

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. He'd agree with her any time but recently. Before, socializing invigorated him. Now, it drained him and he too quickly became irritable.

. "My company?" He asked, tone tinged by confusion. "I don't provide a lot of it to like." As much as, truthfully, he wanted to join in on said socialization, he wasn't about to just out himself and undo things. "I'm not good company. Sitting in a corner watching people talk isn't my idea of fun for either side."

"Everyone needs to socialize sometimes. Good for the soul and all that." Brigitte knows that he's hardly one for social norms, but she wants him to know he's always invited, always wanted at get togethers and hang outs. "You could just sit in the corner like the grumpy old man you are, you know. We like your company." Even if he doesn't necessarily enjoy theirs.

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. He watched Baptiste look over his own shots, setting his pistol on the table after clicking the safety on. His arms crossed, his visor passively reminding him of the target down range. He tapped the side to turn it off.

"Pistol and heavy pulse rifle. Know I look like the type, but guns aren't exactly a passion of mine," he chuckled. "I know the pulse rifle because I have to and the pistol because it's easy. Could give you pointers on the pistol, but I've seen your aim with the bigger gun you use. Think you've got that one down."

"Well, I wasn't gonna be the one to say it," he says, humor in his tone. He watches as the target comes forward, getting a closer look at his work. Not terrible, but he's done better. It won't necessarily do out on the battlefield. He thinks back to his Talon days, his Coalition days — it wouldn't cut it. He wonders if it would have in the old Overwatch. "You ever try using a different gun?"

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. The range sometimes felt like something he could focus on when something else got on his nerves; something about the catharsis of simple target practice that kept his mind fresh.

. "I'm old, gotta be some things I'm good at," he replied, reloading the pistol. "Not bad yourself. Some people put more holes in the walls than the targets." More than he could say for some, but not everyone needed to be able to hit the targets. They had better things to focus on.

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They're both practicing on the shooting range, Baptiste mainly focused on his own practice. But he can't help but notice how many actual bullseyes the other gets. He hasn't spent a lot of time around him, realizes he doesn't even remember his name, much to his embarrassment. He's not around a lot, shows up every now and then, so who can blame Baptiste? "You're a damn good shot," he tells him, offering a warm smile.

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. The line of steam that was attached to the soldering iron finally paused as the old soldier looked up from the weapon. He stared at the food for a moment, finally wiping the iron and setting it on its holster.

. "Yeah," he said. "Not one for socializing." But he was one for food, and she'd so kindly brought it to him. "Thanks." He unlatched the bottom of the mask, tilting it up just a bit so he could take a bite.

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"Hi." She smiles at the much older man as she holds out a plate of food. "We cooked breakfast, you didn't come. Figured I'd bring some to you." She sits the plate in front of Jack before she settles in a chair at the same table. She puts her elbows on the table, chin on top of her hands. "You didn't hang out with us last night."

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. He almost wanted to send a message to Torbjorn, tell him his kid was out wasting the best years of her life on Overwatch and not trying to enjoy them more. Instead, he crossed his arms, sat back.

. "I don't know if you wanna spar with me, kid. I may be old but I can still wipe the floor with half the roster. That includes you." Part boasting, but certainly not all. Enhancements still worked even when you were pushing 60. The truth was closer to Brig putting up a very good fight, though, lord knew Lindholms didn't put on muscles for show.

She shrugs a little bit, realizing that things can get a bit boring around here sometimes. "I work on things, play games, train. Venture out to the nearest town sometimes." Not often, it's a bit of a trek, admittedly. "We could spar together! And I can totally get down with some rock music."