His eyes we're dull, his fists balled up as he sat at the edge of the roof, his sniper in hand as he was holding the trigger, he was looking for any enemies or targets.

He knew this mission would either take his life, or be finished. So he was constantly on guard. He didn't let his guard drop once, his body shaking which made his gun shake, losing his focus as he was terrified. He didn't wanna die, but he was ready to accept it if he did.

"Fuckin' hell.." His British accent slipping through.