There's a moment, too long of a moment really, that John half-expects Kaz to shoot him when he raises his gun. Miller's anger is palatable when he forces out that he refused to go with John, enough so the shooting him doesn't seem so out of the realm of possibilities. And, honestly, if that had been the case, there's a tiny part of John that would have just taken the bullet.
Whatever it is that has Kaz this angry at him, practically spitting hate at him, it must justify him being shot.
But Kaz doesn't shoot him and John doesn't dive out of the way, just lets the bullet fly over his shoulder. Boss still trusts his second-in-command enough not to move when he raises his weapon, knowing it must be to down an enemy. When Kaz goes down against the wall, John whips around to assess the situation behind him. The aim of Kaz's pistol had stayed true and managed to hit the thing in the eye, causing it to thrash around long enough for Big Boss to make up his mind.
If he allows his friend to keep his pride, to do what he wanted, they would both be dead within the next five minutes. So John makes an executive decision, like any good CO.
"We're leaving!" Boss' voice is harsher than he means it to be, but his friend was being ridiculous beyond reason. This man was a trained soldier, but Miller's damn pride would always be his downfall. John scoops his friend up with much struggle. Thankfully, Kaz has enough of a leg left for John to pull off a fireman's carry, leaving one of his arms free to grab his own gun. When he unloads a few rounds into the thing's head, it goes down with a screech, the .45 caliber rounds tearing through it easily. With a path clear, Boss makes his way down the way he came.
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Whatever it is that has Kaz this angry at him, practically spitting hate at him, it must justify him being shot.
But Kaz doesn't shoot him and John doesn't dive out of the way, just lets the bullet fly over his shoulder. Boss still trusts his second-in-command enough not to move when he raises his weapon, knowing it must be to down an enemy. When Kaz goes down against the wall, John whips around to assess the situation behind him. The aim of Kaz's pistol had stayed true and managed to hit the thing in the eye, causing it to thrash around long enough for Big Boss to make up his mind.
If he allows his friend to keep his pride, to do what he wanted, they would both be dead within the next five minutes. So John makes an executive decision, like any good CO.
"We're leaving!" Boss' voice is harsher than he means it to be, but his friend was being ridiculous beyond reason. This man was a trained soldier, but Miller's damn pride would always be his downfall. John scoops his friend up with much struggle. Thankfully, Kaz has enough of a leg left for John to pull off a fireman's carry, leaving one of his arms free to grab his own gun. When he unloads a few rounds into the thing's head, it goes down with a screech, the .45 caliber rounds tearing through it easily. With a path clear, Boss makes his way down the way he came.