Hasaan crept towards the now-silent howitzer that had rained metal-death upon his fellow soldiers. Although he was a disciplined man, well-trained and with an objective to accomplish, he could not help but feel a mix of anger, apprehension, even excitement as he neared the metallic beast. The rustle of the foliage he snaked through was, in his mind, ridiculously loud, hoping that his noise would be unheard by the enemy, the lack of which disturbed him. The scream of a jet overhead and the distant sounds of battle did not seem to catch his attention, though he cradled his rifle as though it provided thoughts of comfort - quickly, he strapped his rifle to his back and pulled out the explosive charges that would destroy the monster that loomed ahead.
Sergeant Anderson had been ordered to protect the assets that proved so valuable to his team, by using his sniper rifle, a fifty-caliber monster of a weapon. Anderson had been waiting for over 4 hours in his position, and was relieved that the temperature was finally cooling down. He had wrapped a cloth around his scope to prevent condensation from forming on the lens, through which he now saw an enemy soldier creeping towards the 155 mike-mike that had opened the assault earlier in the day with tremendous success. He settled the cross-hairs on the head of the enemy soldier, watching as he moved inch-by-painstaking-inch closer to it. His finger on the trigger, he began to apply pressure preparing himself for the recoil that was sure to come... he never could get used to the power of this rifle, though he had much experience with it. He said a quick prayer and fired the weapon.
Hasaan never saw the muzzle flash 230 meters away, nor did he hear the weapon belch its deadly projectile towards him. Thoughts on completing his objective, he moved forward, only to disappear into a world of darkness.
Anderson buckled from the power of the weapon, his spotter observing the kill through a 20-power lens saw the satisfying pink cloud of tissue and blood and the grotesque Rorschach painted on the sandbags surrounding the artillery, the art of death the spotter thought as he told Anderson, "That's a kill."
I did this in about 5 minutes. I wasn't aiming for accuracy or anything really, though I'd like to hear feedback. If people are interested in this, tell me. If not, be kind. This is just a fancied up version of something that happened in-game... obviously sniped some guy that was about to take our arty out. That's all it is. Real event in-game, so now wrote about it. Haha. Doesn't take long, so what the hell.
Sergeant Anderson had been ordered to protect the assets that proved so valuable to his team, by using his sniper rifle, a fifty-caliber monster of a weapon. Anderson had been waiting for over 4 hours in his position, and was relieved that the temperature was finally cooling down. He had wrapped a cloth around his scope to prevent condensation from forming on the lens, through which he now saw an enemy soldier creeping towards the 155 mike-mike that had opened the assault earlier in the day with tremendous success. He settled the cross-hairs on the head of the enemy soldier, watching as he moved inch-by-painstaking-inch closer to it. His finger on the trigger, he began to apply pressure preparing himself for the recoil that was sure to come... he never could get used to the power of this rifle, though he had much experience with it. He said a quick prayer and fired the weapon.
Hasaan never saw the muzzle flash 230 meters away, nor did he hear the weapon belch its deadly projectile towards him. Thoughts on completing his objective, he moved forward, only to disappear into a world of darkness.
Anderson buckled from the power of the weapon, his spotter observing the kill through a 20-power lens saw the satisfying pink cloud of tissue and blood and the grotesque Rorschach painted on the sandbags surrounding the artillery, the art of death the spotter thought as he told Anderson, "That's a kill."
I did this in about 5 minutes. I wasn't aiming for accuracy or anything really, though I'd like to hear feedback. If people are interested in this, tell me. If not, be kind. This is just a fancied up version of something that happened in-game... obviously sniped some guy that was about to take our arty out. That's all it is. Real event in-game, so now wrote about it. Haha. Doesn't take long, so what the hell.
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