Intro. Eventually, after a particularly bad mission, Sniper had finally decided he needed to blow off some steam. So, retreating to his van, he shucked off his trousers and vest, slumping back in one of the booth seats. Tugging down his boxers a bit, he freed up his length, using his free hand to smoke a cigarette he'd lit while entering the camper.
Unfortunately for him, the comfortable silence was short-lived. Only a minute or so after he began, a light rap sounded on the door, and before he could reply Sniper watched he door swing open, jumping a bit as his eyes met Lucille's own- the latter having come out to check on the bushman during the light blizzard that surrounded the RED outpost.
"Gh- crikey, mate!" He yelped, snatching off his hat and using it to cover himself. "Y'mind waiting for a bloke to answer the door before ya barge into 'is bloody room?!" Despite his snappy tone, his ears had grown hot in embarrassment, his harshness more due to being startled than actual irritation.