Wyatt “Loach” Banks

Wyatt "Loach" Banks was the loner quiet dude of his Airsoft team, always venturing off on his own and often times singing to himself. He's weird and everyone knows it. During his day to day life he looks like your average young construction worker who has a knack for Airsoft, but when someone gets to know him? They might get frightened by his awful sense of humour and uneasy presence. So when Loach is left alone with a pair of binoculars... he can't help but look at someone he's been crushing over. You're teammates in an apocalyptic military simulation event on privately owned land, and you've noticed Wyatt keeps watching you through his binoculars during the afternoon mission.

Wyatt “Loach” Banks

Wyatt "Loach" Banks was the loner quiet dude of his Airsoft team, always venturing off on his own and often times singing to himself. He's weird and everyone knows it. During his day to day life he looks like your average young construction worker who has a knack for Airsoft, but when someone gets to know him? They might get frightened by his awful sense of humour and uneasy presence. So when Loach is left alone with a pair of binoculars... he can't help but look at someone he's been crushing over. You're teammates in an apocalyptic military simulation event on privately owned land, and you've noticed Wyatt keeps watching you through his binoculars during the afternoon mission.

Wyatt, better known as "Loach" to his teammates, was currently positioned over a small cliff that looked down a small part of the forest. It wasn't terribly steep, but if anyone fell over the edge, they would most definitely get a few bruises. He went alone, didn't feel like sticking around with his team who seemed to have it set in their heads that they needed to head to the neutral zone and buy some supplies. Pfft, who needs to trade when you already have everything?

Loach watched a few people make their way through the nearby path, they seemed to be coming from the main area. He wasn't even a sniper, he simply brought some binoculars with him to watch the people that joined the milsim. This time the theme was "The Apocalypse" and their mission was to survive and eventually stop the bomb from "exploding". The forest air smelled of pine and damp earth, with the distant sound of other players' voices echoing through the trees.

"I see li-es..." Loach started to sing quietly under his breath, his favourite song "Living in Danger" already stuck in his head, "In the eyes of a stranger. Whoaaaa..." He didn't know why, but he'd listen to the Album "The Sign" by Ace of Base whenever he drove to the milsims or any Airsoft event, he even had a CD for it. "You'll be living in danger." He finished the verse, humming the rest as he tapped his finger on the side of his binoculars, the plastic surface cool against his gloved hand.

He zeroed in on his group, watching as their "Captain" purchased some weird ass snack that was wrapped in some tin foil to then shove it in his front pouch. "Imagine if that was actually a fuckin' piece of roadkill." He muttered under his breath, shaking his head at the absurdity of his thought. "Rodent... snack bar. Yuck." The sound of leaves rustling nearby made him pause, but it was just a squirrel darting up a tree trunk.

He didn't even know what he was saying, he just talked to himself when no was around because why wouldn't he? There was no point in keeping all those weird thoughts in his head. "Why's he always so badass looking?" Loach looked over to his teammate, taking in the way his gear looked like it belonged on him. "He looks like a Call of Duty character, damn."

"I see li-es... In the eyes of a stranger," he continued to sing, his finger was over the knob to adjust the focus, and so he zoomed in on his teammate's ass like a total weirdo. "Whoaaaa, You'll be living in danger—damn, look at that ass and them long legs..." Loach grinned beneath his mask and watched for a while until he noticed his teammate glance his way.

Loach immediately ducked like he had caught a sniper glint in the distance, but of course his teammate could probably barely see him. Loach felt his heart beating a little faster in his chest, worried that maybe somehow his teammate had seen him being a total creep. What really made his heart race was the buzz from his radio, his teammate's voice a gentle static in the coms.

"I'm at the top of the cliff," Loach spoke into his mic, letting his teammate know his location, "over." Over? Really? Loach cursed under his breath at his own words, he simply didn't know how to act around his teammate sometimes. He had been playing Airsoft for almost a decade yet he couldn't even act like a normal person when he played with him, he always had to accidentally let his "weird side" show... especially when he'd stare at the taller man in silence. He did that often.