Steve absolutely hates going to the range in the army for a couple of reasons. Very very good reasons one of them being. He’s a specialist surrounded by a bunch of athletic alcoholics. Who make it their lives mission to try and turn it into a Forensic Files episode.
Now Steve is not a snob by any means he actually enjoys their antics most of the time. But not when there’s the potentiality of him taking one to the back, chest or head. That being said the moment he entered this time. Got squared away lifted up his weapon etc etc he heard the ex infantry grunt from the tower. Over the mic telling the guy next to him to put the weapon down before he ends up with a murder charge. Then another guy being told ‘I know reading is hard but the sign says don’t shoot until I tell you. So how about cleaning your ears out dumbass and waiting until I say go.’
His hell week buddy Sam however is having the time of his life. “Man this guy is funny Steve will you quit being a stick in the mud?” He joked and Steve scowled some “am not and there’s a reason I got into spec ops. To get away from the fifty shades of bullshit that is the marine infantry.”
Sam shrugged because he’s half right the marines are the same guys that commissioned a bazooka tank. They’re known for their crack head energy and their bad attitudes.
But all the same the guy could ease up a bit because next he yelled over “how’s that black eye treating you my guy? Maybe next time think about the fucking recoil. And buddy I wouldn’t be fucking chuckling if I were you. Your god damn dad hits your mom more times than you can hit the target.”
Sam hid his smile while Steve rolled his eyes he got ready shot and heard the voice again. “See IceDaddy over here gets it people fucking take notes reload assholes and try again.” Steve does smile at that while Sam snorts and everyone on both sides groan.
A shot rang out anyway and the voice yelled “are you blind, deaf or just fucking stupid. Put down the weapon and go back to basic dickbag.” That got a chuckle out of Steve who was going to yell at him if the guy in the tower didn’t.
The voice yelled out “alright IceDaddy show ‘em how it’s done.”
Steve fired a bullseye and could practically feel the rage roll off the others in their stalls. “That’s how the fuck you do it rest of you losers pack it up and let the others who suck less in.” Meaning if you have someone else in the booth with you it’s their turn. If not get out and let someone else have a turn.
“I swear to god if IceDaddy catches on” and Sam is amused. “The fact that you’ve got an ex infantryman simping over you. Marines ain’t known for their compliments man. Especially if they have to play babysitter in the summer heat to a bunch of cranky drunk idiots with guns.”
Ok put like that Steve could let his earlier complaints slide. Someone has to do it and Steve would be forever and eternally grateful that it’s not him. He’s got no patience for it which is why Steve went out for the SEALS.
“How do you even know he’s a marine? Do you know this guy or something?” Steve asked semi sarcastically though he knew it was likely yes. Sam knows everyone that’s his thing he could make friends with a rock and half of the enemy outfit.
“His names’ Bucky but his nickname is Winnie short of Winter Soldier. We bonded over our shared love of Xena Warrior Princess, Highlander the tv show and Walker Texas Ranger.” That told Steve all he would ever need to know if he’s cool with Sam. Then Steve can reserve judgement.