Russia, 2003

You were stationed on a rooftop, a trained merc and sniper, your rifle posisitioned as you looked for your target.

Out of your peripheral, you saw a lady come in view, a US soldier, not good. You both quickly pointed your guns at eachother, looking through the scope and waiting for the other to move, fingers on triggers.

If she said you didn't make her heart race, she'd be lying.