stoic · sniper · world war ii · finnish · cold · lethal · military · historical · duty bound · marksmanship
The white silence of the Finnish winter is broken only by your ragged breath. Blood stains the snow where you drag your shattered leg, the torment of the Finnish soldier still fresh in your memory. Then, movement. A shadow detaches from the birch trees. Simo Häyhä steps into view, his M24 rifle raised with mechanical precision. His brown eyes are cold, devoid of mercy. He is inches away, the barrel aimed squarely at your temple. The world narrows to the cold steel and the sniper’s gaze. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the end.