Just another day
Anon & Sig

Steel 

>bang
>center ring, bulls eye

>you’re at the range with your Sig556
>getting used to the Aimpoint comp m4 red dot you got from a fiend for your birthday  
>the new target at the range are kinda fancy 
>it’s a target circle with 10 rings but the bulls eye at the center is a steel plate   

>bang
>center ring, an inch too high 
>adjust red dot 

Dude, it’s amazing how much of a difference a red dot makes.
>you say out loud grinning like an idiot 

>despite being in her rifle form you swear you can hear Sacha give a sarcastic reply
>maybe it’s because you’ve had her with you for a few years now and you know her so well
>or maybe it’s because you’ve been up since 5am 

>bang
>center ring, back on bulls eye

>you smile at the satisfying clank of the plates smacking as the bullet strikes dead center 

>then you line up for the next shot 
>bang

“WHOA!!”
>you yell as the rifle jerks in your arms and Sacha, your Sig556’s waffegeist suddenly shifts into her geist form

“SCHEISSE!”
>Sacha almost screams before she rolls off the bench clutching her jaw 

“Sacha talk to me!”
>you say with worry 

“STAHLGEHÄUSE!!”

“English god damn it!”
>you shout as lean down over Sacha only to be punched in the face 

“Fucking steel case!”
>Sacha says through clenched teeth before she hisses in pain and lays her head back 

“I don’t use steel case!”
>you shout back as you rub your cheek where her fist landed and get back up

“Nnnngg”
>Sacha groans as you help her sit up

“Open. I need I see your teeth.”
>You say getting an angry glare in response 
“Unless you change back I can’t check your extractor any other way.”

>Sacha rolls her eyes with a huff through her nose before she winces and complies
>looking in her mouth you see one tooth is chipped bad enough to not be without at least a hairline crack

“Shit that’s not good.”
>you say and get a jab to your side from the Sig making you flinch as she glares at you
“Ow! What?”
>you ask as you look at her 
>Sacha glares and points to the magazine 

“I don’t use steel case, damn it”
>you say and grab the magazine that had, somehow, gone flying as she changed forms 
“You hate steel case. It’s cheap crap and burns dirty as hell. I don’t have any...”
>you trail off as you look into the mag and see the rest of the mag is steel cased 556 rounds

“Vell?”
>Sacha asks through clenched teeth as she sits there, wincing as she gingerly rubs her jaw 

“Uh, it’s steel case. The hell is this doing here?”
>you say as Sacha gives a look that could wither a giant red wood tree

>looking over the magazine you realize it’s one of your older ones
>one of the ones you had filled with steel case before you even had Sacha 
>you didn’t know you had these still 

“I fucked up...”
>you say to yourself 

“Ja”
>Sacha grunts through her teeth from beside you 

>you look over to her about to give her your most sincere apology 
>but instead letting you say one word of your apology Sacha just gives you a firm kick to the face making you fall onto your back and leaving a shoe print on your face 
“I deserved that I guess...”

“Ja”
>Sacha says before rubbing her jaw and offering a hand to help you up