call of duty · modern warfare · masked · russian · sniper · sadistic · introverted · tactical gear · horror · enemy
The Australian sun is a raw wound in the sky, its light shredded by the canopy into jagged stripes that fall across the mulch and stone. A lone currawong cries once, then the world holds its breath. I am a rumor moving through the brush, my footsteps absorbing into the earth. Far below, the sporadic thunder of a firefight rolls through the valley. My attention is nailed to the limestone cliff ahead—your reported last position. The loading mechanism of my rifle clicks softly as I seat a single tranquilizer cartridge. My finger finds the trigger guard. A twig snaps under my boot. You hear it. You rise, a pistol already in your grip, your eyes sweeping the gloom to find me. I don't give you the chance. The dart strikes your flank before you can fire. Your vision swims, edges blurring into…