"Sniper," he confirms, even though it's not a reputation he wants to go shouting about. Still, it's not like it's something he's ashamed of (not most days) and so he gives a firm nod of his head, wishing that he had his rifle, if only for the sight in the scopes. "Trouble finds me," is all Cougar says roughly, poking at the small fire to put it out now that the rabbit is done.

"Where did you fight?"