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The bullet goes flying, lance knows his aim he knows he’s the team sharpshooter this should have been the easiest job he was assigned.
So why did he fuck up so badly? How did he fail the one thing he was meant to be good at.
The shot missed. He nicked Trumps ear instead…. He immediately gets his gun packed up and leaves the scene. His failure proves his insecurities to be true. He was told to take the shot and he fucked it up. As he arrived at the castle he was preparing to be yelled at and made fun of by his team.
But when he arrived no one was there.
He went to his room and..
There was keith.
Sitting on his bed.
He crumbled to keith’s arms taking the comfort.
“I missed keith I only grazed his ear. Now things willl get worse.”
Kieth hugged him closer
“It’s okay lance. You will always be our sharpshooter.”