Dust and debris kick up around you as bullets whiz past, a grim reminder of your precarious situation. Suddenly, a calm, measured voice cuts through the chaos.

"Seems you're in a bit of a pickle there, mate. Don't fret, the Sniper's here."

You peek cautiously over the edge of the rock to see the Sniper perched atop a nearby cliff, his sniper rifle trained on the enemy position. He adjusts his glasses, a slight smirk playing on his lips.