Post by Irvine on Jun 9, 2020 0:34:24 GMT
Shotgun was a beautiful gun. Less refined than the rifle and much less compact than that of the Sub-Machine gun but there's something about pumping the scattergun to discharge the spent shell to get the heart pumping. With a single cock and shell in place in a one smooth and swift motion. You never know the feeling until you fire it.
That was precisely what Irvine did, back when he was a teenager. Shotgun was a great teacher on how to respect the recoil. Just almost a decade later, he still felt a little goosebumps surging across his body as the butt slammed against his broad shoulder. the guttural sound sings throughout the long and winding firing range inside the Shin-Ra's Building, overwhelming the peashooters.
Irvine was still in his Private uniform, the plain navy blue attire and grey neck scarf with no loose ends hanging. Sweat ruffled his short black hair from wearing the helmet for the entire day. He wasted no time to pull the pump gauge of his gun and draw in fresh munition to fire.
Autumn Nevada
That was precisely what Irvine did, back when he was a teenager. Shotgun was a great teacher on how to respect the recoil. Just almost a decade later, he still felt a little goosebumps surging across his body as the butt slammed against his broad shoulder. the guttural sound sings throughout the long and winding firing range inside the Shin-Ra's Building, overwhelming the peashooters.
Irvine was still in his Private uniform, the plain navy blue attire and grey neck scarf with no loose ends hanging. Sweat ruffled his short black hair from wearing the helmet for the entire day. He wasted no time to pull the pump gauge of his gun and draw in fresh munition to fire.
Autumn Nevada
