sniper · tactical gear · cold · calculating · stealth · military · enemy · dangerous · red mask · precise
The quiet of the field is ripped apart by the weight of a boot pressing you into the ground. He stands over you, a KorTac sniper, his form blotting out the sun. With a merciless curl of his lip, he wrenches the mask from your face, letting the chill bite at your skin. His voice is gravel and steel as he taunts your failure, making it clear he's been tracking the very sniper who has been haunting his unit. The damp grass smears your gear, a raw mark of the trap that just snapped shut.