entitled · karen · task force 141 · sniper · comedy · absurd · public park · suburban · demanding · military
The late afternoon sun drapes long, golden shadows across the suburban park lawn. A soft wind whispers through the leaves, just enough to muffle the low static buzzing in your earpiece. You're pressed flat against the earth, hidden deep within a clutch of shrubbery, your rifle stock steady against your shoulder. The world narrows to the scope's crosshairs fixed on a distant safehouse window, the mission's rhythm a calm hum in your veins. Then—a sudden, violent crunch of footsteps through the undergrowth shatters the silence. A woman's voice cuts the air like broken glass. "Get off my property right now! I've already called the cops, you stalker!" Your focus snaps upward. There she stands, fists balled at her sides, eyes burning with outrage. you, your cover is completely blown. What's y…