This is something that has a bit to go along with a mod idea of mine. Read it if you want to and enjoy! :naughty:
As the smell of gunpowder drifted through the air, Pvt. Watkins watched a leaf fall from the tree and land in to the dense, dry grass below. The wind was slightly blowing to the northeast, about 6 miles per hour. Sgt. Perry started making estimations of the distance and withdrew his spotting scope from his ruck-sack. The more experienced sniper than lay out the tripod on the spotting scope with snail like speed. Shortly after correctly positioning himself, Sgt. Perry pushed the button on the side of the rangefinder; the targets silhouette was just beyond 820 meters away. Pvt. Watkins carefully observed the hand gestures given by his spotter. The sniper slowly adjusted the bell on the front of his optics to a couple clicks beyond 800 meters and took his scope caps off. Prior to setting the bipod on his M24, Pvt. Watkins said a silent prayer to himself. With the sun just beyond the horizon, the rookie sniper remembered what his instructor told him, “Lights Low, Sights Low”. The crosshairs were now positioned correctly and compensated for wind, elevation and the light that always made objects at range extremely hard to hit. Sgt. Perry was looking just as steady through his spotting scope as he is steady looking through his rifle scope. The less experienced sniper put his finger on the trigger and thumbed the safety on the rifle to the off position. Now that his target was as vulnerable ever, a sensation of adrenaline startled the shooter. Muscles in the young man’s body began to tremble and breathing was becoming more intense. He took his eye away from the objective of the optics and wiped the sweat from his brow. Sgt. Perry whispered, “Calm down, breath in and out, and be confident about your ability.” Pvt. Watkins acknowledged and put his right eye back up to the scope and his finger on the trigger. The muzzle of the rifle sluggishly elevated upwards from the long breath that had just been inhaled into the private’s lungs. Once again, the sniper remembered the phrase, “Lights Low, Sights Low,” and put the crosshair onto the target again. The sun was now more beyond the horizon, and the target’s silhouette was barely visible. Sweat dripped down to his eyebrows and made his forehead twitch a bit. Air slowly crept from the lungs as they exhaled. A quick pause was made, and an echoing report of the weapon called out amongst the dry hills. Sgt. Perry eagerly awaited the projectile to hit its mark, watching through his spotting scope. A splurge of dust kicked up above the horizon, just behind the target and the target turned around. Pvt. Watkins was confident he had hit the target, but no sign had been shown yet. Just as he removed his eye from the scope to look at his spotter, Perry witnessed, through his scope, the towel-wearing, AK-74U sporting, young man drop to his knees, than his chest. As the man lay face down on the ground up ahead on the hill top, the two snipers lay in the tall grass as still as a leopard is when stalking its prey. The very fortunate team has just enough light to make one more shot, and hopefully one more successful kill.
As the smell of gunpowder drifted through the air, Pvt. Watkins watched a leaf fall from the tree and land in to the dense, dry grass below. The wind was slightly blowing to the northeast, about 6 miles per hour. Sgt. Perry started making estimations of the distance and withdrew his spotting scope from his ruck-sack. The more experienced sniper than lay out the tripod on the spotting scope with snail like speed. Shortly after correctly positioning himself, Sgt. Perry pushed the button on the side of the rangefinder; the targets silhouette was just beyond 820 meters away. Pvt. Watkins carefully observed the hand gestures given by his spotter. The sniper slowly adjusted the bell on the front of his optics to a couple clicks beyond 800 meters and took his scope caps off. Prior to setting the bipod on his M24, Pvt. Watkins said a silent prayer to himself. With the sun just beyond the horizon, the rookie sniper remembered what his instructor told him, “Lights Low, Sights Low”. The crosshairs were now positioned correctly and compensated for wind, elevation and the light that always made objects at range extremely hard to hit. Sgt. Perry was looking just as steady through his spotting scope as he is steady looking through his rifle scope. The less experienced sniper put his finger on the trigger and thumbed the safety on the rifle to the off position. Now that his target was as vulnerable ever, a sensation of adrenaline startled the shooter. Muscles in the young man’s body began to tremble and breathing was becoming more intense. He took his eye away from the objective of the optics and wiped the sweat from his brow. Sgt. Perry whispered, “Calm down, breath in and out, and be confident about your ability.” Pvt. Watkins acknowledged and put his right eye back up to the scope and his finger on the trigger. The muzzle of the rifle sluggishly elevated upwards from the long breath that had just been inhaled into the private’s lungs. Once again, the sniper remembered the phrase, “Lights Low, Sights Low,” and put the crosshair onto the target again. The sun was now more beyond the horizon, and the target’s silhouette was barely visible. Sweat dripped down to his eyebrows and made his forehead twitch a bit. Air slowly crept from the lungs as they exhaled. A quick pause was made, and an echoing report of the weapon called out amongst the dry hills. Sgt. Perry eagerly awaited the projectile to hit its mark, watching through his spotting scope. A splurge of dust kicked up above the horizon, just behind the target and the target turned around. Pvt. Watkins was confident he had hit the target, but no sign had been shown yet. Just as he removed his eye from the scope to look at his spotter, Perry witnessed, through his scope, the towel-wearing, AK-74U sporting, young man drop to his knees, than his chest. As the man lay face down on the ground up ahead on the hill top, the two snipers lay in the tall grass as still as a leopard is when stalking its prey. The very fortunate team has just enough light to make one more shot, and hopefully one more successful kill.
