Most likely, given the chance. Depends what the situation is. But in your scenario? Hell yeah I'd shoot, I wouldn't have any hesitation. It was me or him, not taking any chances.

In that situation, I'd shoot him in the knees.

Here is my story [spoiler]It started when I was young. The kid in cooking class that cut himself. Everyone turned away, but I was somehow, drawn to it. It looked beautiful I thought. I was only 7 but from then on the teachers noticed I wasn't the class clown I use to be. I would sit in the back and watch people play. No one really bothered me much until I was 9. A teacher tried to get me to play hopscotch with the other kids. I gave her a smile which seemed to horrify her and walked over to the playground. I waited my turn, and tried to play. I really did. But it was so hard. So much beauty was nearby and it was going to waste. So I tripped one of the girls that was going across, and then I pretended to trip over her. As I did so I took out the razor blade I always kept in my pocket and plunged it into her back. I slipped the razor blade back into my pocket and watched and she screamed. The blood gushed from her wound. I felt my eyes widen. From behind me I heard the teacher. My smile must have betrayed me. She looked even more horrified than before and yelled at me to go to the principles office. I waited outside the office for my parents to come. I saw them walk by me. Neither would look at me. I knew they would be in the office for a while so I went to the bathroom. I dashed into a stall and took out the razor blade. It was covered in blood. I may have gotten a little carried away as there was only half an inch of the handle that was not covered in blood. I licked the blade. It was delicious. Complete ecstasy. I was expelled from the school. My parents didn't believe them and neither did my older brother so we moved away. They were all infuriated on the ride to our new house. They would talk of nothing else. However I could think of nothing but the blood. My family must have thought I was sad. Oh foolish family. I got to my new house. It was a nice little house in a nice little neighborhood. Our next door neighbors had a daughter about my age. So we became friends and went through school together. Then there was that day in high school. Oh I smile to remember it. I was sitting with my brother on the sidewalk and the school bully came up and demanded we give him some money. My brother caved, the school bully had brought two of us friends and they were all the biggest guys in the school. But they made me mad. I jumped up and stabbed the leader in the chest with my old blade. I proceeded to tackle all of them in turn. My brother looked horrified. I heard my friend next door ( her name was Jane ) yell at me to stop. But it was so much fun ! My brother eventually pulled me off the boys. The ambulance came but they never arrested anyone. Eventually the boys got out of the hospital and I did my best to avoid them in school. Jane refused to talk to me. And my brother refused to acknowledge what had happened. But eventually the boys caught me alone in an empty classroom. They smiled and grabbed me. My razor blade had broken in the previous fight. They beat me and then poured a little bottle of oil over me. I was far too hurt to stand up at first but the minute the flames licked my face I forgot all about that. I screamed. My skin crackled and melted. It was a pleasant sound however. Through all the pain it was the same sensation one gets when they see and fat pig roasting on a spit. Another scream came. It was Jane at the door. She had a fire extinguisher in her hand. The boys grabbed it from her and hit her on the head with it. I blacked out. I woke up covered in bandages in the hospital with my parents looking over me. They were able to tell me that they would invite Jane over for dinner when I got back, that the bullies had been arrested, and I blacked out again. I healed up quickly and they eventually took the bandaged off my face. I was absolutely gorgeous. My skin was melted and pale. There were dark circles around my eyes and my pupils seemed incredibly small. My dark hair had grown long and covered half my face. I loved it, hell, I still do. There was one thing however. My melted skin prohibited me from smiling. It was unfortunate. I could only manage a smirk. My parents took me home and I heard them on the phone inviting jane's family over for dinner.jane would be late. She was running some errands. However that was perfect. She had tried to help me when the bullies were burning me. I had to pay back the debt. So I went upstairs. I looked in the mirror and took up a kitchen knife I had brought from downstairs. I heard jane's family arriving. First I had to fix my smile. It was bothering me. So I carved a large curved smile into my face. Oh the blood, it was delicious, and beautiful as always. I cut off my eyelids. The blood rolled over my eyes and blinded me for a while. But it was necessary. I would never be caught sleeping. I went downstairs to the dining room. Everyone was at the table talking. Everyone except Jane. My brother was the first to see me. He screamed. Everyone screamed. They all screamed such delightful screams. I rolled my eyes back into my head as I tied them to the chairs. My carved smile grew as I made similar smiles in their faces. I nearly had an orgasm as my knife slid across their throats. I waited. And waited. Jane arrived. She screamed as she walked into the kitchen. I explained that in return for her gallant efforts to help me I would make her beautiful too. She screamed louder. I called 911. I doused her body in oil lit the fire. Her screamed were blood curdling... Lovely. "Go to sleep" I told her As I walked away I heard her scream my name. "JEFFFF !"her voice was dry. I smiled as I walked into the night. [/spoiler] So you see OP. I don't actually kill people. I just make them beautiful.

I've grown numb to killing things, we had to on the farm; predators, livestock that couldn't be saved, and sometimes pets that we cared about. People are no different. You learn to turn off your heart, if it was a person in my home I wouldn't see him any different.

Probably. I think came close when a guy tried to mug me with a knife a while back. I took the knife off him and started the motion to stab before stopping myself, throwing the knife away and running for it. It was pretty scary. But in that situation, I'd shoot.

I could kill a human, but not an innocent animal.

I've killed deer and pigs. I would need peace of mind, but I probably could pull the trigger

If I had incentive, yes I would shoot. I wouldn't walk outside and shoot the first person I see for fun or anything but in the scenario you listed I wouldn't be afraid to shoot (although I probably wouldn't purposely try to kill him).

Id probably gun him down before he even knew I was there

I would blow that man's head off the moment he stepped foot in my house.

PTSD is hard on soldiers. I have a lot of friends with PTSD. If you post negatively or jokingly I will not respond. I will just mute. I will be ok if I have to as long as it isn't family. I had the chance being in the military but saw how it affected one of my friends so I let my chance slip but I've have a loaded pistol cocked back and to my head(not while in the army). I like to think I'm ready to die and would kill someone for the right reason. I was also an Artilleryman so I don't know if I have. That kind of killing doesn't affect you as much as being face to face with the person as they take their last breath. Edit: as for your scenario I wouldn't even alert him. I would've already blown him away after figuring out if it's a family member. If I can't tell I would shoot his foot and stay back until I could tell.

If it was a quick death, yeah I could for killing someone, but if it involves torture or just an incredible amount of inhumane violence, count me out

Touch my phone and see what happens.

With a gun? Yes If I had to beat him to death with something or stab him I don't think I could do it. Too personal

Guess I wouldn't know until the situation happens.

Guns don't kill people... I kill people

I AINT NO FAGGO️️T BITCH SO YEAS

Yes, without missing a beat. Although, I would typically go for a Spinal Shot first, can't charge me if you can't walk.