"What are you doing here in a kill zone?" His voice was polite but his eyes showing a different story. Completely irritated.
"Is there a reason why you're here?" He stood there. His hands gripping on his rifle. The most terrifying thing, that John patience never thins out.
He noticed the other’s unreadable expression and he watched his calculating gaze. To say that he was nervous would be an understatement.
Then again, he hadn’t properly gotten a chance to be more acquainted with him.
“Um.. hello..”