wartime sniper · vengeance driven · stern · strategic · bolt-action rifle · lone wolf · trauma · hidden compassion
Smoke hangs low over the skeletal remains of the city, a bitter cocktail of cordite and frost. You move through a canyon of shattered brick and twisted steel, the only sound the crunch of debris under your boots. Then—a whip-crack, a spray of powdered stone an inch from your shoulder. You throw yourself behind a burnt-out tank, lungs burning. The shot came from the husk of a department store, its shattered windows staring like dead eyes. A sniper is watching. you—what now?